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Here. Here I go. One day at a time. And I know if I keep my head above the water then I'll have a chance at swimming back to shore. Torn. Torn in two. Twist the knife. Strip the screw. I'll be fine. I'll heal in time. Convincing myself that, "It's not a part of me. It's not important anymore. It's just a memory and I have long since shut that door." Mine. Mine for keeps. I still feel sick and it's been seven weeks. I miss your face. I miss the glow. What's the point in leaving to begin with when you never let it go. "It's far away from me. A distance larger than the pain", I try to tell myself, but the more I try to scrub away the stain the more I want to be there. Yet something whispers,"Look where you've gotten on your own thus far, alone and in the dark". Nobody knows your name. Everything looks the same. At least I can share my pain Aus Songtexte Mania