What do we have left to talk about,
We are done already
Like repeating the same day from the same end
We have taken an oath to separate
I have never loved myself like this ,all naked by loneliness, of (sigh)
I've never loved you this much because of my fear of you might leave
Which one of us will leave a part of themselves, while the other one is asleep
And, which one of us will say the other one's name as his last words while dying all alone
I think I can't leave first...