I feel like I'm the one person trying,
though we can both see our love is dying.
It tears up right infront of our faces,
though we both cannot move from our places.
It has been murdered by some vicious monster,
He's torturing us until its a rainy blur.
It has ran away to a foreign country,
gone there to forever stay.
It cuts me deep inside,
my gut and heart to my stomach slide.
My throats been ripped out,
words i cant find are floating about.
I'm at any moment ready to cry,
I fear for our love, but you sit there and sigh.
