There's hardly any space for you in my bed
'Cause it's still packed with shadows of her;
You try to remove her out of my space
But I keep pulling her back in again.
You're fed up and it's final,
You're asking if I still love her;
I loved her, now I don't know,
She's all that she was, and she was everything,
Now she represents all the pain and hate in me.
Wounded as you are, you get some piercings;
You're too hurt to injure yourself your skin;
You blame me rightly,
I am the needle that tortures your body badly.