I could think her as a goddess, holy, i'm unworthy...
i could treat her as a friend, when she needs me...

Torn between too little, and too much
and only there for support and love...

How many times has an outstreched hand reached up...
What can one do but now reach up and out to the...

Can a man waste away so young?
can no future be in store...

The fuse is lit,
You might now run...

If I walk away,
I'm a liar...

Once lost, we know value true
but evermore do we seek again...

I may have held your heart
and i might have been your world...

The three words that bared my soul
for so long you held them dear...

If there never be one more word said
between the battered and broken...

The truth be brought upon,
so by the end we may have won...

Let us cleverly disguise this truth from our eyes,
that half truths are still lies...