Oh, to fight this feeling,
This feeling of falling...

How far will we let this go,
Just to see it slip away...

My silent heart holds broken dreams,
Flow through my veins like shallow streams...

What was is defined within.
Make it what you will by what you treasure most...

How precious it must be to live,
In the presence of all that is you...

How I wish that I could fly,
Into the sky...

Though I reached out for her hand,
I couldn't find her touch...

I see you where you are,
So far away from me...

The knife that rips your skin,
Rips my heart in two...

I remember our last touch,
The smoothness of your skin...

I'm a book with pages yet to be read,
For my cover does at it says...

Don't speak, I know just what you'll say.
It's the same thing you say every time...