Who said time heals all wounds? I think it was me before I met you. You
silver chains have slit my wrists, When I fell in live I never asked for
this.
All this time and I still can't see, How your poisoned mind
still poisons me. The silver chains around your neck Cut my throat when
you turn your back.
I've tried so hard to keep control, But the
thought of you Keeps tearing at my soul.