Your voice calls the silence forth from deep within me and I am left speechless.
To what do I owe you such words?
When the answer is left paining in my eyes?
To ask of me such a thing is priceless, nonetheless,
For in my actions I speak with every touch.
The sidewalk deserted, as I wander aimlessly,
Trying to escape every thought of you, but I can't, I can't.
All I can savor is the sweet dream where we dance
But reality is like the sting of a bee
All that is left are the sour tears that remain,
Although in my mind we are how we've always been.
If you asked, I would do it all over again,
But the truth is, the poison runs deep through my veins
I could scream out a thousand sorries and more,
And just like an angel, with the softest voice, I cry your name.
I hate how you play me like one of your games,
And the sting grows more real, than that of before
I know not why I write such words, although true,
My heart beats faster and faster with a thousand tears anew.
My hero, my friend, my love till the end,
This sting in my heart remains, for us and for you.
