The dozen red roses you bought without feeling 
Are making their way back into your life.
They’re pushed through the letter box,
Shredded up like the remnants of her once whole heart.
So seal it up, seal it up,
Nail it shut but there’s no escape.

They’ll make it back into your life,
And gouge wounds so deep
That they’ll never heal.
Her shattered heart will always haunt you.
There is no escape.

The heartless love letters you dejectedly wrote,
Are making their way back into your life.
They’re slipped under your door,
Torn in pieces disfigured like her fragile wrists.
So block it up, block it up,
Fill the gaps but there’s no escape.

They’ll make it back into your life,
And gouge wounds so deep
That they’ll never heal.
Her lifeless form will always haunt you.
There is no escape.

The hollow promises you carelessly made her,
Are making their way back into your life.
They’re whispered in your mind,
The devoted voice you betrayed echoeing round.
So tune it out, tune it out.
Mute the sound, but there’s no escape.

They’ll make it back into your life,
And gouge wounds so deep
That they’ll never heal.
Her final words will always haunt you.
There is no escape.