Getting Away | ||||||
By Xenta | ||||||
The knife is from the closest of things
The blood is nothing more then a memory Its over now and yet it still remains Deep in my soul I feel it still Times uncounted I repeat the day The time when you realized the truth You were something without me You did not need me to live So you spread you wings Prepared to fly away Under my breath I prayed I wanted you to fall I needed you to stay There�s nothing here for me I am less without you But your freedom calls to loudly My voice was lost in my dying The wound was not meant to be A mistake in a hurry to get away You forgot to look back at me To make sure that I could stand |