I am cold here in my heart.
Cold inside this beating, pulsing place...

The antithesis of my love makes their...
and their identity is not the hate I would expect...

You pleaded me for everything:
my love, my time, my trust...

One decision makes a consequence.
An immovable choice set in the stones of time...

I feel so numb
so hollow...

The black ravens follow me,
whistling along with his verses...

In that place -
on an unfolded futon...

In that strange wasteland,
of both bright and dark...

As you speak those words
I wonder...

We grew up together,
she and I...

Set the standard far too high,
and tell her she just needs to try...

I give this to you,
please...