You are too weak, too weak to say
Too weak to show what you’re thinking [bad word] your life and your lies
Penetrate me

Nobody knows what you really think
Won’t understand the secret pain you feel
Velvet words hidden dusty grounds
Embrace the mind, causing wounds

The final day, the day of [bad word] Before I would lose self respect
The final day, the final lie
I enjoy the pain for the last time

To forget and hart to accept
I remember moments we were close together
This final thought is turning into grey
The final pain, the final day

The final day, a day of grief
I don’t know what I should believe
What I’ve learnt from the past:
Never say never, it changes too fast

To forget and try to accept and banishing
Our memories we shared
This final thought repeats again and again
This final day, an everlasting pain