It hurts to even speak

Brittle hands and swollen feet

So sudden and so swift

Sleep's gentle grip

If it takes me back to you

Then I won't fight

The puzzles that you leave

I'm only what I hate

Bitter drivel taste

The patterns of your eyes

See through my disguise

If it takes me back to you

Then I'll give in

The puzzles that you leave

There's only half here

I swear I still hear

The rhythm of your steps

An eerie echoed mess

If it takes me back to you

Then I won't fight

The puzzles that you leave

If it takes me back to you

Then I'll give in