Who said time heals all wounds?
I think it was me before I met you.
You silver chains have slit my wrists,
When I fell in live I never asked for this.
All this time and I still can`t see,
How your poisoned mind still poisons me.
The silver chains around your neck
Cut my throat when you turn your back.
I`ve tried so hard to keep control,
But the thought of you
Keeps tearing at my soul.
