• Though we walk our seperate paths,
    They cross at some point, there we clash.

    I capture your heart, you steal my breath.
    Then clasp our hands, and walk to death.

    Yet I feel, as we walk together,
    I will always love you, now and forever.

    Why, then, does my heart always shatter?
    And life, I feel, is no matter.

    When I speak like this, I know you cry.
    What can I do, but let your heart fly.

    I look in the mirror, I see a curse.
    But what can I do? Hurt you now, or hurt you worse.

    I see it's hard, to make it through.
    I'll soon be the death of you.

    I can't stand to see you sad.
    Even when you pretend to be mad.

    I hope you're happy, though I will never know.
    As I leave behind all hope, and my breath starts to slow...