My bed was so much warmer with you here.
when your arms held me...

I wrote a million poems for you today
but i crumbled them and threw them all away...

We are all just walking wounded.
Nursing these unhealing sores...

In a place that I have grown
accustomed to...

Dark, dirty snow
once the barren winter earth...

Trying to forget,
but not forget the hate...

Then do we find peace?
when the chips have fallen...

I promised myself that I wouldn\'t blame me
For not being all that you thought I should be...