Victus Corpus

Three years from now, Three years from now
Stop implying that I'd wait.
Three years from now, Three years from now
I'm not your loving soul mate.

Leave me here,
just go on your own.
I'm not coming back
even after I'm grown.

You made your choice
& I made mine.
Stop forcing yourself in.
Our lives aren't intertwined.

I'm still wishing you would die,
at least then I could get some sleep.
Something quick and pain-free,
'cause we all know you're weak.