When the feelings rise, 
I don't feel nothing 
other than the lies 
of my soul dying 
haven't you been blinded 
by the hope you put in me? 
Haven't you been blinded 
by the life you put in me? 
 [bad word]  
It's a shame, you're all but clever 
in the light of the words you're trying to say! 
But the sign outside is clearer: 
you're the loss of every step I made! 

When our souls collide 
I assume we're missing 
something I can't hide, 
please save it for me 
How can I be proud 
of the cracks you found in me? 
How can I be proud 
of all this [bad word] you found in me?