i long to live, but i am living...
don't want to die, but feel i'm dying...
don't want to hurt, but it's too late...
can't turn back now...accept my fate...
my soul is crushed...each broken part
lies shattered...my tortured heart
is prisoner to this love unknowing...
its cries will be forever echoing
in my ears at night as i lay trying
to fall asleep before i start crying...
love, if you be willing,
take my soul and all this feeling...
put the broken pieces in their proper place...
help to wipe the tears off my face...
if the puzzle proves too complex for you,
there's something else you could help me do...
take these shards of soul and heart
and throw them out...each tortured part...
my pain will end...if not mended,
by some other means it will be ended...
if nothing else revives my breath
i know what will...the hand of death...