Incredible to think of how the time has passed,
Incredible to think I thought our love would last.
Never seen a demon cry out for love,
That crazy theory of yours that dragged me through the rough.
Up until that Sunday night I cut the thread,
It was only holding on to my love, dead.
My heart was torn, broken and shattered,
I didn’t think it had mattered.
You never told me you loved me,
You just told me you needed to be lonely.