(intro)You wanted my eyes when I needed a metaphor
It's time to cut the splitting cord
I cannot afford to crave
In the way I hungered before

(Main poem) I crumbled when I saw you clearly
Not that I still care dearly
But the wasted time is a knife tearing slowly into me

I had an invention that soothed my wounds
Salt of my tears to a sorry night's croon
But the bitter spell is broken
And i'm afraid I was never sweet

I find it hard to trust
Because I worshipped dust
And I wonder why I looked at the ground when the stars were so beautiful