July 12, 2001

And so I sit, with sorrow wracked
debating love and hate
How can I grasp what I desire?
I fear it is too late

My shattered crystal heart has been
repaired a thousand times
I forced it to hold fast with love
despite your wicked crimes

Were you ever what I need, or
did I just pretend?
I’m far too broken now to know
I fear the game must end

Leave me, leave me, leave, I beg
But I have begged before
I know that I must be the one
to, at last, close the door.