die stress caused by old lovers, that remind me of heart ache.
unlike the deceased i feel your touch soothing me like a mother, to her new born.
with every lie i morn forgiveness this relationship is unhealthy.
die agony from lost words our conversations are uneasy, you lie to me instead of the truth.
i have to bury us and what was once shared. even though im living prof of excactly what love can do if its not with someone who cares about you.