about these things i do to keep you close to me. And everyday's another day for what we used to be, and i don't know what i've been thinking 'cause this is much like hell, some days like this i must insist i'm not doing so well, oh no, get lost with you... like you know i often do. And i wonder if you're proud of me : if you can hear me, shut out me, i need to kill this doubt in me for good. So help me now, to let you go.. If think about these last ten years and what they've done to me, and i don't think it worth it 'cause it's just not fun to me. So what if i just kill myself and never spoke again could you make your way back through the darkness and meet me at the end ?  oh no, get lost with you... like you know i often do. And i wonder if you're proud of me : if you can hear me, shut out me, i need to kill this doubt in me for good. So help me now, to let you go.. So i can live.