For every tear that i cry it helps to numb the pain
till eventually you'll just be a name,
a distance memory.

You'll be no longing calling to me
hogging all my dreams.

My soul will be content,
happy as one,
not lonely for the other.

The looks that we shared,
The way your lips taste will be all but forgotten.

Until then,
i'll sit and i'll think remembering your face,
and the times that we shared
until i run out of tears.

(SW)