Our Dying Day

The clouds are now finally gone
Though you still look sadly at me
And I feel I should be elsewhere
Not in your way

Forgive me, again and again
I should leave you, again
But you know so well
I will return in the end

So, say it, when will it happen,
When will you end this pain,
When will you fix our dying day?

You asked me to stay
For what, tell me?
I hate and envy you
'Cause you don't suffer the way I do

And say it, when will it happen?
When will you make me stay?
When will you name our dying day?

Nothing can hide it
I no longer want it
Nor do you

So tell me, when will you put an end to it
When will you lock me up?

So tell the world, you want to go
You will let go
You will escape
And you will leave me in sudden suffering
In a dark corner
Waiting for your return