Puppets 2 (The Rain)

I'm still not fucking over it You play like violins in a broken fucking symphony And I know this hurts for you but I have no fucking sympathy Infectious cold, I've spent living with neglect Yet I still can't let you go, and I'm still not fucking over it I know my suffering's what keeps you alive And I know you fucking love it 6 years I fell for this love disguised in fucking misery My sinking ship, will you be the fucking death of me? You breathe only in withered lies, your perversion of distrust Now another full length down and we're still not fucking over this And when your eyes become the looking glass Through which only reflect the fucking past Conceived in poignant everlasting despair You fell in love with the evil that you bare I can't forgive, I won't forget This dream was ours but you ripped it to shreds There's no escape, I cant reflect The distance kills me but your presence's a threat I will stay with you and cut right through Through the essence of all that once was like new Out of place but you turned away Leaving nothing but the mess that you made You traded everything for a life of broken promises At 23 I've fallen out when you left me with this bitterness A frame of glass and a love thats built on sorrow, Is a see through coffin for a heart that beats so hollow I know this eats you alive That which doesn't kill you just fucks with your mind For too long I have lived just another slave bound by your torment But I am not afraid anymore I am not your fucking puppet The snow has turned to rain so now I hope your fucking happy 6 years I fell for this dead look your face When the rain has washed away, what will be underneath? A midnight breeze of chilled unease, when we began amiss The haunting scent of autumn makes a scornful heart resist A longing bliss in carnal stints of thighs gracing betwixt your hips The harvest moon drapes aloft these graven, tattered crypts Please just let me let you go And kiss the life from my lips To show me a love not even death can resist I am the boy with a thorn in his side And I'm still not fucking over it --- Puppets 2 (The Rain) - Björn Strid and Motionless in White