Second Round Lost

Could it be that you really do miss my touch? As the dreams say it's true But if you're asking it back, my love You'll find you never actually had it, so tell me Why should it be I who takes the fall again? And why do you show a smile at my sight? Just leave the light on Trip the way out Can it be we were never meant for love? Still we attempted it anyway Unregretadly I ask this now: Why didn't you die like me? In the last shining hour The victim that used to be me Casts a shadow on what you were And destroys what you are You've got nowqhere to run From my hands you fear so much Now tell me why I have to suffer The company of your breathing Lately, mind scared to think Maybe I'm the dishonest one Stil in no manner known to man I will kill you now