It hurts so much

Inside Roare
It hurts so much

Like a friend pouring salt into your open wounds.
There are more insults I know and they sting.
Like your friend lying to your open eyes,
Like a horse stabbing a knife into your groin.

Why lie to yourself - just playing at being a friend,
I can't go on anymore, that's why I'm leaving.
Why is your hand cold,
Why are your eyes looking elsewhere.
I guess I know, I have to leave.

Fog is rising into the open windows,
I stupidly wait in vain.
I only write a few words into the open pages,
That someone was here and has a wound in their heart.

Why lie to yourself - just playing at being a friend,
I can't go on anymore, that's why I'm leaving.
Why is your hand cold,
Why are your eyes looking elsewhere.
I guess I know, I have to leave.