Hold me now,
why bother?
It only makes me weak
time I seek
with you, no other
but bạn won't speak to me now.

bạn hurt me so
I know what lurks beyond my refuge
a world of subterfuge.
It pains me to know
the feelings grow
and yet bạn keep adding pain to the flame
a growing feeling of loss and shame.
Yet I keep letting bạn cause me pain
cos I kinda like the way it hurts
I don't understand why
the reason's Mất tích on me...

It's like a feather floating through the air
and it's not fair.
I drift through space
Mất tích my face
my place
fell from pace.
I'm just drifting here
so full of fear
and I can not get free.