Tell me your deepest secret
And please, don't think to lie
For secrets are of monsters
And they never die inside

While you're at it, tell me a promise
Because they will come and go
But while you lay at that final death bed
You won't be struck with woe

And open up about your problems
So that I can know your roots
Each memory in-between
Is what can make your tree grow fruits

I'd like to know your favorite song
Because then the birds can sing
And when we're walking down the road
We can dance and we can swing

With each passing second
I'd like to listen to your laugh
Because I can feel your presence in the breeze
And I already want you back

When I watch the flowers bloom
I'm reminded of your life
And how you always said you were of nature
And that you'd come here with your wife

So when the sun comes down
As it does each passing day
You'll tell me it's okay to cry
Because you're with me every step of the way

Since you have been gone
         I miss your company
                      Your warmth
                                   Your humour

Now you are no longer here
         I miss your laughter
                        Your intellect
                                      Your passion

Because you have been taken away
          I miss your caring nature
                          Your artistic abilities
                                        Your positive attitude

As you can never return
           I will miss your hugs
                            Your kisses
                                         Your love

I miss you, you were my wife, my life my reason to be
           I miss having someone with confidence in me
                                 I miss you
                                            I miss you.

Dead things feed me
fruits of compassion
and unconditional love.

And I spit the fruits out,
not able to swallow.

For it was me who killed them.

My hometown coat don’t fit no more,
the pockets stuffed with memories
of who I was before,
I found new clothes of peacock blue
when I was seventeen
but underneath the seams still pinched
although it wasn’t seen,
plastic buttons tarnished
by things that might have been,
I find no need to keep it,
I'll shed my former skin,
and dump it in a bin-bag
so that healing can begin,
I know some threads will linger
no matter how I try
most will go at the traffic lights
when I wave the past goodbye

The message is clear
I do not understand
unable to see through it
it's not as I planned

The meaning is lost
a memory, a dream
It was here, I felt it
it's not what it seemed

The fight to be loved
was it all in my head
it felt so real
now it's gone, she is dead

i would die once more just to best you one more time/you've died a thousand times in my mind/one more time for me would leave me at peace/the tired mornings and painful nights of you and i would be no more/and i would be the victor/you could laugh and feel like you have won/but the joke will be on you/i am the winner now/i have died a thousand and one times and i am finally free