All Or Nothing Job

Just tell me when it's over, I just don't care anymore. At least I can be certain when everything is gone. This suicidal all or nothing job has left me with apparitions of the past. It's not that you're with someone else that bothers me. It's all just unattended suitcases. So go ahead and destroy me. It's not my place to run and hide.

This suicidal all or nothing job has left me with apparitions of the past. Where the egos bruise and the isolated shut off. Your eyes do more damage. And in the end I forget the reason for living. It all seems so pointless anyway. As if there was ever any real meaning. I'm not allowed to talk anyway, you wouldn't let me. You got under my defences and tore the life out of me. Soon I'll see doppelgängers of you and wish I could erase the past so that I wouldn't have to feel again. But I know I will. That's what happens, doesn't it. Everything repeats. Maybe we'll fall in love again, maybe you'll kill me.