A white noise from the radio
The last one's left the latest show
This is not love, it's just a fake
Another habit we must break
A shadow passes a window cross
As I'm yet suffering from the loss
Fallen leaves are driven forth
As we are driven on an unknown course
My love is gone, lost and dead
Just like a feeling that I never had
There's something sticking in your side
Reflecting visions by the light
Your blood is spread upon the floor
I do not realise the scene before
I don't remember, was it me?
I can't believe in what I see
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