Miira: What kind of love?


I aint’ getting out of bed anymore
I’ve been trying but what for
I’m sick of fighting this war
when I always end up crashing on the floor

Everyday is always the same
I’m just so tired of playing this game
what’s the point of it all
when it’s all just a never ending fall

I’ve been trying and trying, and fighting and hiding to get away from you
but you always, you just always seem to find a way outside my door
what kind of love is isolation
in need of constant explanation
what kind of love brakes your bones
just endless accusations
you banished my friends and family
and made it seem like it was me
but I ain’t taking it, taking it, taking it, taking no more!

I ain’t getting out of bed anymore
but now I have a gun on the floor
and it’s loaded so I am waiting for
you to walk one more time through that door

So it’s bad luck if you really think
that I’m not ready to let the ship sink
so just once more try to approach me
And it will be the end of you I guarantee

I've been trying...