I hate how it feels
to be left in the dark...

Closer than a shooting star
but farther than the rain...

Cradle this broken heart
cradle this broken dream...

As my own flesh and blood
rise against my individuality...

I'm not enough to keep you going
I'm not enough to burn this flame...

You are mine in this sort of dream
You are still dancing among the willows calling...

My hearts crawling around inside my body
and my minds spinning around...

She closed her eyes, and said goodnight
as thunder rolled throughout the sky...

The portrait hung on the wall
like she hung at his feet begging him not to leave...

It always feel like my life is caving in
and every thing that started, is at its bitter end...

I carry this cross in a solemn vow
that everything before me will revive itself back...

Love is not what I thought it was
before i met you...