Everywhere I try to go, behind me follows a hollow shell.
Hollow it may be, but the weight is of my heart. A heart so full of pain.
Pain I call love, love which still belongs to you.
Dragging this shell for so long, hoping to fill it once more.
Trying and trying, until one day I stop, I look to this shell which once was
my heart.
All of a sudden I see, there is no hope of this shell again being complete,

For the dead you cannot bring back.
The love which once belonged to this shell of pain, died a long time ago.
Enough! No more pain you are worthy to give,
I no longer look at you with loving eyes, but with darkness and anger,
For the person I love has become but a thing. Hatred blinds my heart each
time I think,
Of what you have become. Yet I mourn the death of who you were.
This shell I now declare free! Free from the lie I thought it could be.
I thank you for changing, into something as hideous as what you are,
Saved from my heart so betraying, saved by the killer of my soul.
I turn my back and I feel the shell, of our past love so painful,
Swiftly leave with but a breeze through my hair.
As I open my eyes, I watch the colours return, the weight of my heart I feel
fly free,
So easy it is to smile now you’ve gone. Once again I can fly.
At last my freedom’s returned.

 
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