bent over the sink in nausea i can hear my blood pulsing in my ears, i cannot hear which song you are playing and the tune of our love story has hit a sour note. there was no more light in your eyes and a dark shadow fell upon your face, with fury in your voice you rose to leave and with a gentle voice i asked you not to, but i know the time has come. and so i cry for love i cannot hold onto and for arms that i will miss the embrace. there isnt a path back to you that i can find and chasing me is like the wind it will only whine. the holes in my heart are torn so deep that even your love i could not keep.