We are like a bad relationship.
We fall in love, fall apart for falling in love again.
Part by part falling in your hostile guardianship.
Stifled and locked, stifled in your arms.
We both make a feeling that we are stalked.

Bad relationship without oxygen. Pain so much pain.
Longing after a end longing after a beginning.
Part by part we break, we cry and we persist to fake.
We fight, we stifled each other, we brake to places there we no longer can find our lungs.