Guilt

She’s standing there,

Behind the wall of broken glass,

Waiting for me to crack, on the floor,

she’s almost reached the limit.

Every time she’s done something like this,

She’s never anything in her heart,

Not a bit of guilt.

And this time,

She looks straight through the glass at me,

It’s almost as if she knows me well.

She doesn’t feel anything in her heart,

No, it's not guilt.

You’re standing there,

With a knife in your hand,

Waiting for me to crack,

Dead on my feet,

You’ve almost reached the limit.

But, every time you’ve done something like this,

You’ve never felt anything in your heart,

Not a bit of guilt.

And this time,

You look straight through the fog at me.

It's almost as if you know me well.

You don’t feel anything in your heart,

No, it isn’t guilt.

No not guilt

I’m standing there,

With the gun in my hand,

Waiting for you to crack,

On the floor,

I’ll never reach the limit…

Every time I’ve done something like this,

I’ve always felt something in my heart,

Just a bit of guilt.

But, this time,

I look at you through the anger in my eyes,

It is exactly like I know you well,

I don’t feel anything in my heart,

No, it's never gonna be guilt.