A barrel, representing my garnishes of love I...
A raging bull the actions you take towards me...
I'm tired of trying, tired of crying
Deep down inside you knew I've been dying...
as another
arrow whizzed wide of its mark...
"We're holding on for dear life;
this isn't finished-- we're just not ready yet...
What am I to you? A pretty vase
on a scentless dining table...
You ask if I still love you
“Yes, more than death, you should already know...
If I can go back in time I'd change
Not a whole lot I would leave things the same...
When I had no tears left to cry
My particles disappeared into the air...
How were the nights when he's not with you
Or the days without a smile from him to you...
Long after dark every night I lay alone
From the silence, I hear a symphony...
Red roses, sweet kisses
Photographs, warm embraces...
You were the sun
And I was the cloud that darkened your skies...