I'm not going to lay this soft on you

This is the hardest you will ever do

This will be the last time I will lie this close to you
It hasn't been an easy ride; we are both weary and broken
Tired and detached from each other's hearts
Forever hopeless

I think it is time to lay down the fragmented pieces of our love
On the bed of roses we built so long ago

Because honey, we only shared thorns pricking our fingers, shed tears craving freedom and whisper words in each of our ears
To soothe the guilt and regret haunting us in our every living breath

Still, we reflect each other's brokenness so perfectly

I bleed with your pain, you die with my tremendous sadness
I caress your hair with my bruised hand
And you heal my soul by trading yours to melancholy

We are perfect, aren't we?

That is why I choose to suffer in silence
If that means to heal you
Then I choose to die by your side
If that means I will never be alone mourning my brokenness
Then everyday will be the last time I will lie this close to you