Dying voices keep on talking, keep on screaming in despair. Oxygen is running out, trying to breathe in too thin air. Rusty lungs are falling apart for the very last time, one last breath now, and then I dive down into all those memories I tried to leave behind. Now it's time to wake them up with some missile kind of scenario, blowing my heart to pieces, tearing down all protective walls. Digging up old seasons, just letting myself fall into everything forgotten. Like leaves fall from trees, drifting off in the wind. I bite my tounge off to not to reveal what I've hidden inside. It's your turn now. You told've me so many times how sorry you are, but you never try to heal the wounds that we share. Open wounds are still bleeding, and sometimes I believe that you feed on our blood... I wanted to care, I wanted to care, I wanted to care! It's too late now, I just wish to forget... I will do what it takes to smile again. I won't look over my shoulder again, hoping to see you come back to me. I won't listen after your footsteps, I will promise myself to let you be. Tears have dried now, leaving salty traces behind, but for once in my life, I really don't mind.