The look in your eye,
saying I'm lonely and I'm about to die...

And here i lay dreaming,
of your mistaken disease...

You quietly say good night,
as i fear the soft click...

At eighteen years of age,
Contemplating the possibilities...

Our bed we will build,
Just fit for two...

We share our Hearts,
Mending the cracks...

May it be a task as to forgive,
Something so hard makes it easy to live...

Life is only reflecting my deeds,
punishing me for foolish creeds...

That forgotten feeling,
When memories can only be held so close...

Like a bird fallen from the nest
Like a diamond ring fallen from the chest...

Connection.
A tear you cry...

I'm tired of waiting,
I'm done with the rest...