I've seen these places and I know these faces. Not a day goes by that I don't notice the phases.

I've become use to these kind of translations and I've considered to stop falling for fake fascinations.

I've been through the trouble and I know it cost double, but what I didn't cease to remember was that I was no longer humble.

I've seen a destination much like hell and I know that like you I must never tell, because a girl like me would most likely fail.

I've been caught dead in a lie and with a blank stare in your eyes you decide to ask me why, although in ten minutes this would all just die.

Holding that hate down deep underneath and that little crying voice held back behind your teeth, I know you must be thinking you'll always be in seethe.

Looking over your shoulder, checking for distractions, pacing back and forth without any actions, I spot you in a corner trying to find some realizations.