I don’t know why I came back here, to the scene of your crime
Tears running down my face, my hands covered in your blood
The rushing thoughts, telling me to stop so I ask them “stop what?”
The world is black, just like my heart
I never understood myself,
So I ask you have I gone too far?
And As I stop and stare, and look at your lifeless body, I wonder “how did you die?”
Now I see, now I understand
It’s not you, it’s me
I was gone before you left, now I’m haunting the one last piece of me,
Then I wonder “what has gone?”, “what is missing?”
Then I realise the only thing left of me is death,
The only thing missing is, you....