We wander this world with wounds,
caused by you
caused by me.

Each time we open our mouths
the other bleeds.
The other bleeds.

You drain me with your whispers
and I end you with my lies.
The truth is even harder to tell.
From honesty, we’d die.

So we wander far away,
far from you
far from me.

To hide the wounds that will not heal.
Let them be.
No one sees.