I still press your letters to my lips And cherish them in parts, Of me that savor every kiss I couldn't face a life without your light But all of that was ripped apart...
When you refused to fight So save your breath, I will not hear. I think I made it very clear. You couldn't hate enough to love.
Is that supposed to be enough? I only wish you weren't my friend. Then I could hurt you in the end. I never claimed to be a saint...
My own was banished long ago It took the death of hope to let you go ♪