Passion and sorrow entwined in a kiss...
A razor searing through my soul...
The hour of us has come and gone,
as our ending begins to toll.
Take the pain and push it down,
we sit back and watch love die.
Yet we know that it's still there,
as you kiss me and I try not to cry
or look like I still care.
The feeling of your lips so soft,
so sweetly pressed on mine,
The tears well up behind these walls,
and my heart no longer beats in tine.
My hands are shaking; so badly I want to pull away,
but my body won't seem to follow.
So I sit and kiss you back
and wish that I were hollow.
