So Let the poets cry themselves to sleep
As their empty words turn back into steam

*Poison Oak - Bright Eyes*

Rip myself to pieces
Just for you
For every little thing you put me through
Rip myself to pieces
Torn in two
Look what you made this broken angel do

And then I see you standing there
Wanting more from me
And all I can do is try

And then I see you standing there
And all I'll ever be
And all I can do is try

Nelly Furtado - Try

Your heartache flows in salty streaks
Crystallised upon your cheeks
All alone but the floor still creaks
A stranger cloaked in dark mystique

Run away
I want to be so far I can't even hear your rasping breath
A heart still beats through death