i etch in stone the sight of my mind's eye
through broken words that i have wished for her
to know when all my thoughts bring me to cry
of all the reasons my future's a blur
while memories still linger in my pain
and i hold in my soul this cross to bear
to where i sense through dreams i'll not again
confess my deepest thirst, i now forswear
i cannot claim to be one who exists
nor can i say that i am now at peace
my passion died, i long to bare my wrists
wide open and so forth this hurt will cease
the sadness that she gave me through her ways
will haunt me here and now for all my days
through broken words that i have wished for her
to know when all my thoughts bring me to cry
of all the reasons my future's a blur
while memories still linger in my pain
and i hold in my soul this cross to bear
to where i sense through dreams i'll not again
confess my deepest thirst, i now forswear
i cannot claim to be one who exists
nor can i say that i am now at peace
my passion died, i long to bare my wrists
wide open and so forth this hurt will cease
the sadness that she gave me through her ways
will haunt me here and now for all my days
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