It is difficult enough to make amends with the living;
When you still bear the bruises from the cuts they have left,
And words still linger from the air of their breath
As pain resides within, like an unwelcomed guest.  

So ponder the torment of having to forgive the dying;
When the real bruises can now be found on their skin,  
Rancid air filled with indecision, faded and thin.
As pain turns into guilt, ghostly and restless.

There was a time in my life
Filled with misery and sorrow
But the stories were embarrassing
So I always waited until tomorrow
And I waited alone
For a savior to come
Someone who'd see the knots of youth
And finally make them come undone
But nobody would come
And I was left ignored
So I became loud for attention
Weird, so they wouldn't be bored
Until one day, when revisiting the past
I saw someone totally new
And I had a gut feeling to trust him
But I was scared he would leave me too
But we both loved each other
And I trusted him with all I could see
I said I was scared he'd leave me
But in reality it was me
Then one calm night I decided to tell
About never convincing myself to feel well
About how I was scared I would fail
About my sorrowful childhood tale
And when I said I was scared we'd be apart
He gave me a fragment of his loving heart

I'm a shaking, crying mess
As the thoughts burn in my skin

I was sick of hiding it all
Everything from two years ago

I trust you enough to tell
And you remained there

Even though the poison is slipping off my tongue
All I can feel is a sweet symphony

But it fades quickly as I expect
For you to laugh and walk away

But you hold me there, in your arms
Even if I'm a shaking, crying mess

Even though my heart had just been ripped apart
You recognized that it could still love