I wish I could hate you the way I say I do...
I lie and say I have no feelings for you...

As we set up utensils of love the storm of angels...
My hands quiver and I touch the cloak of satin...

I wish I could say sorry,
But my pride won't let me...

Holding my breath trying not to make a sound.
The pain was killing me but still i made no noise...

Turn out the light..
The usual time of day...