Officially broken up is good. Single is more than lonesome, my anger is hotter than air. As The tide turned I looked and you weren't there. Now I have the leftovers of myself, feeling like a paper doll you cut out.
You cut me up and cut me out keep on walkin as I shout into a silent snowstorm.
My heart a frozen blizzard your love thawed, I miss your desire for me. Sometimes I'm sad I chased you off. My pain was just so deep and so consuming and each step of ours together was a path of destruction. After I killed the rose in my garden there was no soil for our love no more. I bled for a year, I cried for even more. With each anxious breath I had after you left me I began to surrender to the Absense of you. Tried to recall only loving times, inspite of hating you for turning off on me. Wasn't meant to be It's sad we had to be paper dolls, all cut up and scattered around.