Текст песни In Scent - Pressive

I'm choosing not to comfort
The truth is not benign
Collecting tears to console them
I'm killing that supposed love
And shedding off the blood
Won't grasp when I'll be loved again

And was I chosen for this?
And have I spoken to this?

It's true, I'm used
I've been inside all this pain
And no clues, no thoughts, regards
Please tell them that I will sell my soul
And my bones, the unknown
And my blood, and my gifts, my feelings

I cannot forget and instead I'll be the one
Pointing me a finger, you don't point at me, you're gone
So I might not even talk back, don't know what to do
And all I ever wanted was to be this close to you
Show me what I'm made of
Stepping into your tomb
I'm not gonna be you
I might just cut me, just cut me
Bleed to a stone

Walk my way, enter me
Hide inside, feel alive

I cannot forget and instead I'll be the one
Pointing me a finger, you don't point at me, you're gone
So I might not even talk back, don't know what to do
And all I ever wanted was to be this close to you
Show me what I'm made of
Stepping into your tomb
I'm not gonna be you
I might just cut me, just cut me
Bleed to a stone
I'll bleed to a stone
Hold my soul