You gave me your heart and you gave me your word,
And I'll give it all back when I'm done with the pain,
I see past your eyes, I can see through your soul,
And the only thing left is a black empty hole,

You called me by number instead of by name,
You curl up inside me when you need me to blame,
You cast away smiles and you wander away,
In your heart you have gone, you feel nothing today,

So how does it feel when you become the pain
that enthralls all the greedy into fits of rage?
You swallow your tounge as I whisper your name,
I'll still try to save what you left for your grave,

I'm sleepy, I'm hungry, I'm calling your name,
But you no longer hear me, you no longer care,
You're dying, You're dying, You're almost alone,
When your blood has stopped pumping and I answer the phone,
..."She's gone and she's gone and she left you alone
To be rid of her life to be always alone"

Your skin is like ice as you reach for my hand,
as you struggle to hear me, as I whisper the words
that I know could have saved you if I hadn't ignored
the excuses you gave me, all the blisters and sores,

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry,
I never expected that that was your warning,
But too late and gone is the one I might love,
But the beauty inside her is nothing for us,

So I sit here alone as I waste days away,
As I try to forgive all the wishes I made,
But I know she would love me if she saw that I cared,
Beyond the excuses of love I am there,

But the hours are gone and so is my love
for the girl of my dreams and the one that I loved,
But I'll never forget the life that we shared
as we crawled up inside all the mazes of scars...
...and sores...and sores...and sores...

By: Daniel Hansen
April 28/01