Who do I think I've lost now?
I know nothing more than the truth.
What was once said can hardly reveal it.
It conspires to break us all
with little resistance on our part.
A cracked and bleeding heart
is a curse we must bear.
What have I lost in all this?
A heart will wither away
faster than it will grow.
The worst pain does not allow tears.
It draws your blood and freezes you from within.
How can I overcome my loss?
Moving on will harm me.
Standing still will kill me.
I can't pretend for long.
Whatever I found in the sparkling spring is gone.
These dark trees are becoming ghosts in my eyes.
Someone please bring me home.
I can't seem to find me.