Testo Gone, Gone, Gone (unreleased)

Needing, needing All at once comes the silence Begging, pleading No more emotional violence The withdrawal into pain The result to never need again Is this love? I think not, I want out This love affair is over Gone, gone, gone It's so sad What we had Gone, gone, gone Bleeding, bleeding Then comes the recognition Anger seething I don't need your permission You're in too deep You cannot keep The promises you made Our happiness was free The end of love The end of the dream And I don't know who you are And this thing has gone too far Is this love I think not I want out