I need you like salt on the wound
When the trauma and the shame unfolds upon heavy wings
With the distance and separation of long past highways
I'd die for those words, dear
When you said you'd be there
I want those roads again
I want that youth to stay
I want our dreams to come true
But only these cold hands have found me at the far end of this bitter noose
Just destined to lose
A bound and broken man
Strangled by the loss of each fucking day without you
Losing friends
Losing myself
Losing it all
And still you just don't fucking care
Say it
Those words I want to hear
You're relieved and you never fucking wanted this anyway
Tell me...
And just fucking walk away