Hidden beneath all the things you did, lies a falsehood.
I said, "Better to believe, it would do us good."
Staying with you wears me out so better to let it fall like deadwood.
Better to leave while it's still so sweet.
Better to remember none of the cold but the heat.
Better to leave and forget that street.
So I'll take that falsehood that's so bittersweet, as your most sincere kiss.
With it shall I take only the memories of bliss.
Not the darkness of the suffocating and cold abyss.
Remember not to blame yourself, better to blame me.
So let's let this fall like that ash tree.
To leave behind that stifling and unmoving black sea.
So let's be free, even if we have to flee.
But please remember me.