[Eternal]

If it makes you less sad, I will die by your hand
Hope you find out what you are; already know what I am
And if it makes you less sad, we'll start talking again

You can tell me how vile
I already know that I am.

And it hurts to hold on, but it's missed when it's gone
I'm glad that you can forgive,
only hoping as time goes, you can forget

You say you wanted a solution;
you just wanted to be missed

You are the smell before rain
You are the blood in my veins