Paroles de The Sickness Of Your Memory

how can I stop this stubborn heart from pumping blood to what's left of you in me can't you see that I'm growing weak and your memory's a leech the temperature of your voice fires my fever to keep me from the cold of losing you...I'm losing you but you look so beautiful in this hospital bed of what we said would never end and I know it's pitiful but this medicine says I'll never feel again but I'll still monitor your heart rate to calculate your health even when it's keeping me from sleeping because it's beating for someone else well, if bitter is all I can be, I'd rather not be at all