I hurt her. I planned to heal her lifetime of scars. To excise the dead and make whole what was broken. But I caused her to doubt herself. Because of me she saw herself the way I saw others.
I gave everything I had to try and stem the hemorrhagic flood of doubts and insecurities that plagued her. But the stitches burst, tearing still greater wounds into her heart.
Looking me in the eye, she told me to let her go. I tried, but the only thing in my life worth having was her. I failed. I kept bringing her back. Because of me she looked and saw. I made her overlook her doubts and insecurities.
Time and again, I breathed life into her, into us. It always ended the same.
"Let it die"
The woman I loved died, day by day, breath by breath. She grew colder. Her heart hardened, froze against me. She looked through me to those she had loved and lost.
"If you love me, let it die"
"If I could find a way, I'd bring you back tonight. I'd make you look, I'd make you lie. I'd take the coldness from your eyes. But you told me, 'If you love me, let it die!'"
But I can't start her frozen heart. And now, she's left me more dead than she'll ever know, more dead than she'll ever see, ever understand. I can't return life from death. And now I'm the one dying. I can't ignore my failures. I can't forget the love, the life. I can't forget the loss, the pain. I die day by day, breath by breath. Now my heart is cold. Love is dead.
Now I tell my future "If you love me, let it die."
I hurt her. I planned to heal her lifetime of scars. To excise the dead and make whole what was broken. But I caused her to doubt herself. Because of me she saw herself the way I saw others. I gave everything I had to try and stem the hemorrhagic flood of doubts and insecurities that plagued her. But the stitches burst, tearing still greater wounds into her heart. Looking me in the eye, she told me to let her go. I tried, but the only thing in my life worth having was her. I failed. I kept bringing her back. Because of me she looked and saw. I made her overlook her doubts and insecurities. Time and again, I breathed life into her, into us. It always ended the same. "Let it die" The woman I loved died, day by day, breath by breath. She grew colder. Her heart hardened, froze against me. She looked through me to those she had loved and lost. "If you love me, let it die" "If I could find a way, I'd bring you back tonight. I'd make you look, I'd make you lie. I'd take the coldness from your eyes. But you told me, 'If you love me, let it die!'" But I can't start her frozen heart. And now, she's left me more dead than she'll ever know, more dead than she'll ever see, ever understand. I can't return life from death. And now I'm the one dying. I can't ignore my failures. I can't forget the love, the life. I can't forget the loss, the pain. I die day by day, breath by breath. Now my heart is cold. Love is dead. Now I tell my future "If you love me, let it die."