• If you are somewhere out there
    Thinking about me
    Then I must say that I'm sorry
    For what I've come to be

    Our ending may be my fault
    More than it was ever yours
    But still you have to realize
    That I never had the cure

    No one could have saved us
    It's a truth that hurts me still
    It was a slow, destructive process
    That started as a pill

    And now we're left asunder
    As broken shards of clay
    Ignoring each other's existence
    Day after dreary day

    No longer can I stand this
    No longer will I wait
    Each thought of you is poisoned
    And I've found this out too late

    I have to stop this madness,
    This transparently silent strife
    And so with a regretful hand
    I cut you from my life

    To save myself from sorrow
    A selfish act, I know
    You'll hear me sing about it
    In my wicked song of woe