the icy hands of emptyness this kiss is broken embraces split like shattered glass on an empty street muscles growing weaker atrophy like so many useless words all that I have if I could write the wrongs I've done you I would if I could take a broken heart and tie it together I would these lips are dry and cracked and bleeding it feels as if they'll never kiss again skin that aches to be near you if only one more time if I could write the wrongs I've done you I would if I could take a broken heart and tie it together I would