The voices in my head,
Tell me I'd be better off dead...
She sits all alone in an empty room
And silently watches it rain...
These tiny cookies are the art from which
I taste another side of you, never crossed...
When I hear Johnny Cash singing of his burning...
no longer will I think of true love...
My trusting heart
and hopeful soul...
Tears running down my face,
As your voice reminds me I'm a disgrace...
Being incondite,
ill-constructed, unpolished...
I can't walk through fire
but I'd give you a thousand...
HOT TEARS STING MY FACE
I TRY WIPING THEM AWAY, BUT THEY COME AT A FAST...
I gave my first love my heart
Only for it to be crushed...
A touch of wine,
candled flame...
My body can just disappear
amongst the blood ribboned waters...