[Takala]    Never was a problem (to you)  To slam the door  Before my very eyes  Never bothered you  To know I'm fading,  This way I'm dying    You are the shorn in my flesh,  The poison in my blood,  Tortuse in my soul    I am just asking you  I'm begging you to tell me  What I am to you  If only you could see  Inside me,  There alone  With my painW    "Did it ever cross your mind  That it could hurt - the way you say (so sweet)?  Did you ever think that I could get hurt  - the way you treat me (so sweet)?"