To never make you look at me
The way you use to do
To never be allowed to look at you
The way I do
I would do anything
For just one more night with you
When there was a slight of hope
That you could love me too, and

To never touch your face again
As if your skin was mine
As if there was no shame
Or fear in any spoken line
To never feel your laughter
Flashing through those shattered bones
For just one second it made me feel
As if they were my home

To never taste those lips again
That felt so sweet and pure
A childishness, à flooding wave
Water on the shore
The long-awaited cure
Every mine is yours
Every mine was yours
But all of that no more

And you said you wished to fall in love
Because of how I sing
Because of how I smell
Because of how I dream
Now what’s left of me?

Who the hell I am to be?
Who the hell I am to be?
Who the hell I am to be?
Oh, who the hell I am to be?
Who the hell I am to be?
Who the hell I am to be If is not enough
To make you fall in love with me