I'm tired of trying, tired of crying
Deep down inside you knew I've been dying...
as another
arrow whizzed wide of its mark...
"We're holding on for dear life;
this isn't finished-- we're just not ready yet...
I still remember that one summer day
Everything seemed to be so flawless...
What am I to you? A pretty vase
on a scentless dining table...
You ask if I still love you
“Yes, more than death, you should already know...
If I can go back in time I'd change
Not a whole lot I would leave things the same...
When I had no tears left to cry
My particles disappeared into the air...
How were the nights when he's not with you
Or the days without a smile from him to you...
Long after dark every night I lay alone
From the silence, I hear a symphony...
I'm not sure how you did it.
How you stole my heart from me...
Red roses, sweet kisses
Photographs, warm embraces...