He was my breath,
The breath he took away...

With a feeling of despair,
I layed there all alone...

I loved once before,
A love that was lost...

A flower lays in my hand,
Our broken love comes to thought...

There is a red rose,
It lies there so quietly...

It pains her to see him,
For her heart pangs with every look...

Pacifiers and blankets,
She is a baby with newly opened eyes...

A blue moon shines upon her,
Casting a shadow on her face...

He almost loved me,
He almost looked me in the eye...

Days become weeks,
Weeks become months...

A tragic heart,
A tragic soul...

She looks in his lucid eyes,
He stares back at her...