You walk in the light from your own candle.
The shadows behind you are weak.
The light in your eye is fading.
Blow out the candle, and do the dark.
Your own light will show you the way out.

There's no way I will let you hurt me!
There's no way I will let you start!
I will let you die.
Watch me.
Just watch me.

Do not bleed on me! Bleed for me.
Do not bleed because you have to.
Bleed because you want to.

There can be no more sadness, no more pain, and no more bad dreams. There is only time. Time to stop the bleeding. The dying.
Begin again with hope, then with dreams. And then maybe, just maybe, you will learn to live again.

Tears of sadness, they taste like salt.
Bleeding hearts, blood, too, tastes like salt.

Whispers...can say so much, with so little. Their strength lies in the emotions from which they come.