Tystnaden bryts när hoppet är slut.
By the marks upon your throat I could see
What fate was held in store for me
What sweet and cruel irony
Would tear apart what we could be
I cannot for the life of me
Find the words to say
Her voice still sets the sun in me
And turns to night from day
It's written in my breath tonight
And on my tattered heart
Her presence shadows out the light
And turns this pain to art
Your eyes are an ocean of tears where I drown
With all I hold dear in a transparent gown
Hiding within you where no one goes
Dying inside from what no one knows
When you're there, beside me
Yet so far away
I love you
But I don't know what to say
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