At Least The Pain Is Real

I don't know what to do
And I can't talk to you
I don't know what you mean
When you say the pain you feel isn't real
Am I freed?
Am I trying to break your will?
It's the challenge of the century
Well I know you were meant for me

I let you go, but no one's supposed to know
They found I moved right in
And I don't approve of them

I don't know what to do
And I cannot talk to you
And I don't know what you mean
When you say the pain you feel isn't real
Am I freed?
Am I trying to break your will?
It's the challenge of the century
Well I know

And the night breaks into a thousand different pieces
And they all look like you in the eyes
That's enough, twist the knife
And let me die