Your eyes are empty
you are always looking to the floor,
you are always looking to the floor, you say you love me
can't you love yourself more?
But you never do,
But you never do, like you did before.
Before you were happy
joyful, loved me to the core
You used to open up your door
You would let me in
and let me stay
and let me stay now you barricade the door away
Our love is sour
Our love is sour empty
Our love is sour empty dull your tears pour in a shower
But the thing that really hurts the most?
Is that I fear this is not the worst.
I fear I'll find you hanging
I fear I'll find you hanging there by a string, hanging dead even though you were trying
and like an angel you'll take wing,
and like an angel you'll take wing, I fear that something horrible is in your future
Will you soon choose to run among heaven's evergreen pasture?