Picking at the hairs on my head
Wondering why my love has gone away
Help me find the path to walk on
While I see these buildings pass
Figures faded on the alley walls
Candle light strikes the ceiling
Inside my flat, there is a man
He followed me in from the street
Oh, my love has gone away
She left on the train just to get away
The signs tell me this is true
I killed my body because this is true
Cuts get deeper and infect my brain
Fuzzy images pollute my thoughts
Writings appear before me with news about my love
But they burn with my body
Forgetting about the past only hurts me
How can I escape the thoughts before me
Knowledge only crowds the tunnels within
The bugs make their home again
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