I'll pick up my bones
Which you've picked apart
And be on my way
To give myself a new start
I've seen love there
But I saw more of the hate
I must get away
While you rot away in this state
Gather yourself
Gather your wits about you
Get together
Live together with yourself
I suffered from the fallout
Of the pain you feel
Understanding is all I sought
And nothing was real
There was nothing real between us
No, only a charade
Consider me a thorn if you must
I'm only a memory
It is you who rots away in this state
Gather yourself
Gather your wits about you
Get together
Live together with yourself
The roots of the problem
Lie within you
Nourish your roots
And you'll bloom beautifully
As of now
You bleed black
A sad black heart
...a sad black heart
