♥ Mikaela Ernberg

What I want from you is empty your head, but they say be true, don't stay in your bed.
We do what we need to be free and it leans on me like a rootless tree.

What I want from us is empty our minds, but we fade the forests, fracture the tide.
We go blind when we needed to see and it leans on me, like a rootless... 

And do you hate me,  hate me so much that you can't let me out, of hell when you're around
Let me out, hell when you're around
Let me out.

What I want from this, is to learn to let go
No not of you, of all that is old, killers re-invent and believe
And it leans on me, like a rootless...

On the first page of our story, the future seemed so bright. Then this thing turned out so evil. 
I don't know why I'm still surprised. Even angels have their wicked schemes, and you take that to new extremes
But you'll always be my hero. Even though you've lost your mind.

Now there's gravel in our voices. Glass is shattered from the fight. In this tug of war, you'll always win, even when I'm right
'Cause you feed me fables from your hand, with violent words and empty threats.
 And it's sick that all these battles,are what keeps me satisfied

So maybe I'm a masochist. I try to run but I don't wanna ever leave. 'Til the walls are goin' up
in smoke with all our memories.