I watched you slip away slowlynIt's just so hard to let go of younhow blind was I not to realise?nI should have seen it in your eyes.nI look inside our memoriesnI smile and cry, and have to ask whynto follow the same old routinendo you also tell them you can't breathe?nnSometimes it feels like everything changesnsometimes it feels like nothing can save usnsometimes it feels like your mask is bleedingnsometimes it feels like nothing can save me.nnWe fell apart at the frayed seamsnshe was two faces in one fake skinnher flesh is transparent and cleannthe needle pierces so deeply.nAnd so, my final question:nhow does it feel to be so empty?nOne day you'll realise something:nyou fucking hurt me so badly.nnSometimes it feels like everything changesnsometimes it feels like nothing can save usnsometimes I feel like your mask is bleedingnsometimes I feel like nothing can save me.