The TV's broke
Her cheeks are soaked
The drink is empty
And now he is everything she hates
Her lowest day
It's all the same It's all the same
This house is drowning in
inevitable silence
And it's always been on
In another born sick love
Never made her question
right or wrong
In a see of failure he's num
Upstairs disgust
Small words cut through what once
was their trust
And then he gots everything he wants
Silent treatement
She's out of breath
There's no one left around
He will have regret when there is
nothing left to say
And it's alway been on
In another born sick love
Never made him question
right or wrong
In a see of failure he's num
It's already killed me
That's aleready killed me
It's already been there
That's nothing new
I overdosed
I dug an hole
I buried them and died with you
In a sea of failure and I am numb