To forget me he'd have to leave his body
For I have carved my love deep in his veins.

You took a piece of me along
And used it to fix her broken heart.

I smiled to see that even in her,
You wanted to see some of my spark.

If you think you broke my heart
Let me tell you that you're wrong darling.

You actually broke yourself
Because in my heart only you were hiding.

You are always the hardest thing to write about
Because I fear that my words won't do justice to you.

He always used the pitcher of ***
To forget the sorrow and pain of this world.

Addicted he was, said he'll never stop drinking
Those were the days when he forgot everything.

With a broken heart, he uncovered his soul
And to hide his scars, he drank some more.

He drank and drank till the effect wore off
By that time all his darkness was gone.

So he threw the empty pitcher of *** away
And cursed and blamed it for making him go astray.

The tiles of my room are familiar with my tears.

Even in darkness they know I am crying for you.