So, I sang the words of the very same song.
The very same song, that tenderly held the beauty of you and I.
And I sang my part over and over,
But there was no one to sing yours.

You asked why?  It’s because she’s just all the right things.. and I’m all the wrong. She’s the beautiful melody, and I’m the broken song. She’s all you’ve wanted her to be, and I’m broken and worn. She’s the one you’re bound to, our forever is torn. Yet, I will forever love you.

You'll hide your tears within pillows,
Pillows that hold stains of eons of sadness.
You'll clench your teeth alone and they'll never know.
You'll hide your agony and he'll never see,
Not at least the great extent your sadness may be.

And you will hear tales of woe, from friend and foe, and people you don't know.
What you will do is heal their all.
But you will always be the one to fall.

Foretastes of lonesome days awake,
Her tears turned to stone.
Her eyes that once shone
Now forlorn.

The fires that once burned inside
Now have all died
The demise of love
The end of good from above.

Her heart once worn
Now even more torn
Her hands, once unscathed
But now, in blood; bathed.

Her premise, once moral
Now debauched.
Her spirit, once untainted
Now defiled.