You never see the truth,
How it's depth is to the root.
You never want to critisise,
but now she cries
Alone in that solitude which to her is and never will be lonlieness.
Because when it's all said and done
she'll be the only one.
The only one to breath the blood that once trickled down her face,
Then vanished without a trace.
Without a trace of sorrow or fear you knew the tears were near.
They were near and you were far.
Her memories drag on for miles and will soon drag her down.
Farther than the extent of repair,
to her nobody ever really cared.
They never cared that she was there for all to see.
Now she's gone... gone so free,
You never cared so why should she?
She won't look back on your sad story
if it was so great then why didn't it make history?
You see her fait was meant to be, but only you were the one that couldn't see.
You never looked back upon the past,
and even if you did it wouldn't last.
You broke the trust that was made of glass,
and pushed me away without one last glance.
You never deserved the truth, because it was all to much,
Even thought it had a gentle touch.
Look at what truth did to me and only you would be blind if you couldn't see.....
"that it was never about me".