They kicked me out, you don't know, I know They drove me away and I was lost in the coldest winter of God in a forest without trees. It was not a forest, it was a place where thorns grew I walked and got wounded and my blood dripped on the thorns And flowers grew from it, and the flowers had blades in their mouths And with every kiss they tore a little from me Every time I got lost in the forest piece by piece.