Closed my heart, disbelieving
And I�m waiting, waiting, waiting
To end this hating
And this leaving
And this cleaving
Of all things good for me.
And please,
Oh please don�t cry
Hold onto my goodbye
What do you mean to me
Nothing, something, all
Now nothing at all
Don�t love me
Stop it
But please don�t ever regret
And if my word you still hold true,
I promise I will never forget.
I would rather we had died together.
� Lishesque
Friday 22nd April 2005