Besedila: Torn Apart. The Fifty-Ninth Session. Bitter.

Reaching out to cold hands. I guess I didn?t learn last time. You sicken me. It should never have taken this long to learn that you like to make me feel this way. Slap my hand as I wipe my tears away. Cover my mouth when I tried to say. I cant go on this way. I cant say that I understand your intention. Reaching out to hands that wont hold. Forced to take shelter from this cold. Suffer inside yourself. I hope you?re filled with guilt. Can you see m fall? Can you? Can you see me fall? Can you?