The season of my grieve upon you
Is now over...
Its last words gave me a mark of hope
That i can actually... be happy

But being with me still,
Is the grieving soul that
I've nurtured in the past.

Isolate me...
Possessing me...
Your love for me is hurting me

Within me,
Grasped sorrows from history.
I'm unaware but i know
The emptiness inside...

Isolate me,
Tormenting me,
Oh how i want to fight for me.