The ice cold blade
Pierces through skin and flesh...

Im sick of telling you I love you
And receiving back the same words...

I'm sorry for not being there when you needed me
I'm sorry for being there when you wanted me away...

I love the way you play with your hair
The way it twirls and curls...

I hate myself for not listening to my instincts
And walking with my heart...

Walking along the shoreline
The waters lick our feet, then recedes back to the...

Why did you do the things you did?
You gave the impression...

As I sit here in the blowing wind
I think about you and wonder...