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.