Graceful and tragic these arms are that hold me
in winter, in hell if all that surrounds be
a lie and so sad that she couldn't grab on
to the one heart she wanted the most
his eyes are like glycerin, beautiful and deceiving
but he holds no fear as his pain runs through me
no wish for my arms, or promises of comfort
i suffer in love as one should for believing
this is the hypocrisy the luck if you will
of finding someone who you never should have
and thus i regret to inform the above reader
of all the synapses one pushes to meet her
never give in or give in if you want
the answer lies near but too far for a song
smile the words they all hold so dear
I'll believe them for the minute it took you to hear
thus the will ended and the world fell away
to create once more the promise of a more horrible day
the toy on the shelf got up running for the door
he promised her he'd play but she didn't want to play anymore.
