How can she forive me when she had shed all her trust. let her lips weep with tears and wash out her lies and her lust, let her echoes call out with a heart tearing laugh and push me away past the point of her past,
let her be happy, when mi mind is all gone, it is better then bleeding eyes watching her mourn.
although she cuts like a thorn and weeps like a storm. mi foolish demise will not let her mourn.
let mi bleeding lips tremble for i love you to much, may these fingers burn away if it is you i cant touch.
