I can remember when I had a love that thought not of sin.
But I was young so much younger then.
Now I am hollow yet full with sorrow.
Not longing for yesterday, but no hope in tomorrow.

I can remember when I had a love that dwelled deep within.
But I was young so much younger then.
Now devoid of emotion, there's no belief in devotion.
For I have not a lover, I have not a friend.

I can remember when I had a love I thought would never end.
But I was young so much younger then.
Now I know that even that thought was a sin.
I think I shall never go there again.

For now my heart is empty and it ties my tongue.
No more music the last song has been sung.
I try and dig deeper, but I cannot deny.
There's nothing left...my well has gone dry.

I look into a violet sky,
traveling through the years
of chaos and peace.
Searching for clarity, as paisley tears
seek release.
I'm gone I know.
But to know yourself,
there are places you must go...
I have a hard time leaving.

Wishing for rain...
Yet lady precipitation doesn't
seem to know my name.
Of me, this is a selfish act.
For as she replenishes the earth,
she restores emotions I lack and...
have a hard time retrieving.

As night falls,
the stars become clear.
An angel whispers sweetly in my ear...
"I am by your side."
I have a hard time believing.

I'm gone I know.
But to know yourself,
there are places you must go...
I have a hard time leaving.

Life too often takes itself.
Mirrors what it is to live, evil,
for it feels no other way.
It knows better...but feels no other way.
Life too often takes itself.
Be it violently or a peaceful slumber.
Either way...Death is untroubled.
Life too often takes itself,
right or wrong.
But through whose eyes is the perception?
Life so often takes itself
too seriously but not seriously enough...
for life itself.

Sometimes I write,
Sometimes I sing.
Sometimes I exist...
Without ever being.

Sometimes I laugh,
even when I cry.
Sometimes I live,
when I wish to die.

Sometimes I crawl,
When I know I should walk.
Sometimes I'm silent,
Sometimes I just don't talk.

Why is it so hard for those who forgive...
To be forgiven?

Why is it so hard for those that are not dead...
To go on livin'?

Why is it for some who love, can't find themselves in it,
And so easy for those that can...take it for granted?

You know things of this nature tend to make a person bitter.
Making it hard for them to shine and sparkle like glitter.