Tracing every line
Of the picture that you drew,
The flesh I'd give, to have you back,
The needle digs into.
I will gladly bear the mark
Of the burden that you bore,
I'm sorry if I let you down,
The price I'd pay for one day more...
It's too late now to show the things
I tried so hard to hide,
I'm glad I said I love you,
While you were still alive.