Memories of you
Haunt me every day
never healing wound
And nothing left to say
I die a litte every day, I die a little anyway
For the memories, for [bad word] inside of me

No [bad word] emotions
No [bad word] regrets
No [bad word] devotion can live off bitterness
My hollow inside
My hollow heart
My restless soul is longing to depart [bad word] surround me with your grace
Wash away my deep disgrace
Take me into your sweet embrace
Where I can live in sin
I die a little anyway, I die a little every day
For the memories, for [bad word] inside of me
No [bad word] emotions in my hollow heart