My love for others is formed in desperation I lose myself in the broken valleys of their eyes Because I've lost you across a pit as wide as beauty And as deep as jealousy I fight to keep my independence By depending on the abandoned and lonely I'm so tired of you But I've got no one else Gloved hands stroke my hair Yet they are mine I've created a hand to hold in the winter of my desperation And it's as cold as everything I succumb to shameful acts of self fufillment To protect my heart from the the anguish that awaits me in your arms But do I know? Can I know what truly waits in the shadow you cast? In my desolation, not only did I lose hope But hope lost me In a dark world of unfulfilled expecations, their hues biting at me heels I am lost in the invisible tragedy of the fall I have succumbed to the despondency And expect it to suffice Replace what I refuse and fear to ask you for