I can trace
Every line
Every crease
Our story

Wicked words
Stored inside our cells
We’ve been to heaven
We ended up in hell

Shadows of regret
Caught in faded memories
Whispers of the past now silent
Will hurt disappear?
Or will it lay beneath my skin?
Staining every breath with violence

I can hear
You in my dreams
Your breath so close
Still here it seems…

How can desire
Become so dark
I wanted you
But now I want to run so far

Shadows of regret
Caught in faded memories
Whispers of the past now silent
Will hurt disappear
Or will it lay beneath my skin
Staining every breath with violence

I can trace
Every line
Every crease
Our story