I attempted to run so far,In hopes of forgetting who we 
are.
But the grip of honesty,
Was always following me,
It seems.
I've become nothing,
Craving pain just to feel.
I'm nothing,
But maybe to someone, somewhere,
I'm something.
Just not to you,
And that will not do.
Of course you'd say I love you if the Gun is to your 
head.
You'd say anything,
Since anything is better than death.
I'm too far into the dark,
To you I'm invisible.
But not far enough
To be with the presence of mourning.
You live on,
As I wander lost,
Waiting to be your cause.
But you're too ashamed for your lips To speak my name.
I, under your spell,
A spell you wish did not exist.
Of course you'd say I love you if the Gun is to your 
head.
You'd say anything,
Since anything is better than death.