The things you say are hard to hear, When did you turn so violent?
I think I might collapse from fear, But here I stand just silent.
The chill is running through my bones And seems to me you locked the door,
But here I stand and wait what goes Will it rain? Or will sky fall?
I take it in and lock inside, When all that nasty falls from you.
And even though it all just lies I manage not to shout my truth.
It was intense, but end is near, I can't believe I have no fear!
But here I stand with head held high And what is left – is you behind.