Let me tell you a story about a breathless shot of pain, 
seeping in through glazed uncovered eyes, death seems so 
life-like in disguise; but the dreams I have are never 
real, crushed by the weight of how I feel. Through glass 
horizons, I can see, the shattering of all we used to be. 
I look back to when we parted ways, but still I dream of 
better days, when vibrant hearts were so alive, to hell 
and back but we'd survived. Remember nights out on the 
streets; no rest befell our tired feet. Now on every 
point, we seem to disagree; this pain has killed a part 
of me. I can't believe that every path left open leads to 
me, when every bond I've broken strangles me, and 
breathes life into words unspoken. Tragedy seems so real 
to me. I'm feeling wary from falling; I've got to kill 
what you've become and see this separation as a blessing 
in disguise. But for a moment, I would see that these 
roots still cling to me; and even if I could stop the 
pain, I'd cry forever in your name.