Precious

I'm sorry precious; you know I hate to see you hurt.
But please don't try to reach me,
I'm much farther away than you can imagine.
I've built these walls, and they run high into the clouds my dear.

I know you want to love me, but I've nothing left,
Don't give me that look; I already know what you're thinking,
And believe me this heart is past the point of resuscitation.

We've had our good times; you're a whole lot of beautiful.
But you need a happy loving soul,
Not an empty and battered shell.

Our paths lead to different directions,
I'm trailing down a path to hell,
And you're on the way to sunshine.