I've often thought of this day The day I write of losing you, My heart I said would carry on But how could this be true The muse you are I knew I'd lose I'll always write for you its just now a different tune.
I didnt know what would happen my dreams turn sour Fingertips dented and hard, Eyes need another hour My Lips are numb from the filterΒ Β I'll always write, I knew I could I just wanted to write in love of you