It takes time for a heart
To know when to stop beat
When it has been torn apart
In the battle heat
For every moment in this life
Turns into a eternity in my mind
And it feels like a knife
Stabbing me from behind

And now the only thing growing
Is my will to die
It’s my fault for knowing
How it is to fly

It takes patience for the soul
To realise that no one
Can make it whole
And it can’t be undone
Cause Souls dosen’t heal
The way we want them too
Espacially when the heart doesn’t feel
For anything other then you

And now the only thing growing
Is my will to die
It’s my fault for knowing
How it fells to say goodbye