the tears won't go,
yet them I can't show.
its torment all the way
yet i put myself through this mess time and time again.
its not fair.
really, its just not fair.
listening to the wrong music as usual.
violin, when I'm depressed.
piano, when I'm sad
both torture and enjoyment.
last night took a lot out of me.
it could have been almost too much.
really really too much.
but I'll just bow my head in shame
because when it comes to you,
I feel like a fool
tear my eyes from love and song
chains that bound me tight and strong
like spider's silk they can't be seen
yet glisten in the moonlight with dewy mist
and when comes the morn from the east
the chains will become ethereal once more
a haunting melody is your scent
the crush of your body against mine
I could have been better off.
