Whatever you say, dear...

From the June 1995 demos
what is there, but time, to hold us back
you'll realize, i know
i can't help plan a life solo
you don't know, i can't help

regret myself
just like you do
forget yourself
and myself too

death won't end the emptiness
i can't believe that i'd do it
suffering ends, just as life and love
i hope your ghost will haunt me

destroy myself
just like you do
disrupt our flow...
tomorrow's gone

why is there a feeling like, it's not quite done
just one more year, that's all i'll give
tangled in your leash it's hard to think
about giving up, no giving in

destroy myself
just like you do
disrupt our flow...
is that what you wanted?