i have a long way to go on my knees in the rain and snow with fire and war eating up the life around me but i don't hear them make a sound
we have a long history and i don't think that she misses me but every day i stop my trudging on to write these little nothing songs of love, love to write these little nothing songs of love
it's cold when she reaches out a bony arm pushing through the ground to grab my wrist and drag me down to see her to ask if i could only free her from the box i buried her in i say it's not that i don't miss you i just know that if i kiss you you'll turn me into someone i don't want to be
it's hard to say goodbye so many times it's hard to say goodbye so many times don't make me do it again, please god don't make me do it again i have a long way to go