It seems your world is broken
This time its torn open.
You can’t fix this pain, its all that must remain
It seems you can’t take anymore
At this moment your hoping
I won’t refuse your embrace, this race, your face
You know this feeling, loneliness,
A misfit’s last caress
You hope it is soft, so sharp, so quick.
You hate the way its changing
No real hope in claiming
You see things are real this time, no lie, in time
How can you let it bury you, just you, by you, for you.
How can you let it tear in me, righteous me, to me, from me.
All this form lost in the translation, between you and me…
Its true insofar as it remains,
The bones, the blood, the stains,
Its remains so long as its true,
The tears, the lies, the tear that is new.