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