And now we're left here, Just taking turns.
Cutting into wounds.
The gashes left from our loving past,
The love that came too soon.
We feel our fight, still brewing within.
But are we meant to stick together?
Both our hearts and all of our blood, is weakening in this weather.
You're just being stubborn, I'm just being tough.
All that's left is 'attachment' and that's not enough.
You slip my words back into your pocket, Not to hear them now.
Save them for us locked in tomorrow, we'll pretend to forget somehow.
And all those lies you hand out with a grin,
I'll brand them with love, as you intended them in.
Just smile and bare it, rub your palm to my cheek.
Our warmth won't return to the promise we keep.
The hatred so subtle in a beauty once strong.
Together we stand here, when we know it's so wrong.
Are our souls really one, or have we gave them away?
Lost them in shadows of contempt that we lay.
Are they really your fingers, intwined into mine?
Or are you afraid to be alone all the time?
My darling, I love you - or have loved you before.
But the heartbeat I felt isn't mine anymore.