Stood upon the gleaming tiles,
I gaze into the mirror...

In August I went on holiday,
To a wondrous far off land...

Seconds go by and you do not see,
How I love you, why don't you love me...

I wear a mask, for protection,
No-one knows what lies beneath...

The most beautiful of roses,
Have the sharpest of thorns...

Nine days left,
Until we meet at last...

Just because you cannot see them,
Doesn't mean they do not bleed...

How do I live
With this pain haunting me...

If it weren't for you,
I wouldn't be here...

I'm crying,
Because of your words...