Tekster: Finch. What It Is To Burn. Three Simple Words.

Open up my eyes,
Flooded with daylight.
Another sleepless night turns color black and white.

With all the things I've said,
There is just regret.
Repeating in my head.

Hands into a fist,
Static in my head.
Now I'm sitting face to face with lonlyness.

What did I expect?
Did I see forever
in you?

I never wanted it to hurt
more than it should.
I hope your satisfied,
I never could.

Time to close my eyes
Forget about this mess.
Tried to fix this tragic loss of innocence.

But how can I forget,
The things I haven't done.
When everything is dead?

With my hands around your neck
who will stop me now?
With my hands around your neck
who will stop me now?
with my hands around your neck
who will stop me now?
with my hands around your neck
who will stop me now?

WHO WILL STOP ME!? (WHO WILL STOP ME NOW!?)

Can't you see that you left me
here on my own.
Give me one good reason why I should let go now....