When you speak to me, your voice shows sadness in your soul.
Could it be, that your heart is broken and not whole?
Sometimes, I see you hiding away those crystal tears.
Do you need me, to help fight away all of your fears.
When you speak to me,
there's a delicate darkness in your voice.
You're dying softly,
you're dying slowly by your own choice.
Hopelessly dreaming, that it will all just fade away,
A broken heart, split through the center, right about halfway.
I will wipe away all of those drops, streaming straight down your face,
I will be here for you, with my truely loving embrace.
When you speack to me,
there's a delicate darkness in your voice.
You're dying softly,
you're dying slowly by your own choice.
How long will it take, to patch up the wounds of your heart?
From this moment on, our lives will begin to restart.
Now no more pain will be put upon you.
I willl mend your heart and my love will always remain true.
When you speak to me,
There's a delicate darkness in your voice.
You're dying softly,
you're dying slowly by your own choice.
Adding your comment:
its good.... sad but good!
tht pizzes me off!
