Love doesn't live here anymore;

I just want to disappear, my voice has shrunk, no longer clear,

i live in constant regret and fear, who to turn to now?

i lost my way, loves gone far away, my heart no longer lives here,

it's in your house, locked away in that house, a home i can't go near.

i lay on this hill, my blood forever spills, throughout the dry, dancing grass, 

highlighted blue, by the pale-stained moon, as the midnight breeze blows past.

i'm all alone, internally locked & barred, cut deeper than before,

by myself, bruised & scarred, sprawled upon the floor.

A canvas is laid, the artist in payed, the deathly figure of you,

Love is a lie, this love will die, wither away with you.

i find that my mind is still where i lay, beneath the dust and my hearts gateway, 

has flung open so quickly, a vision so sickly, disguises itself before the coming of day.

fallen hard, lost in the dark, divided between disgust and desire,

i'll let you go, just to show, that perhaps i could be stronger.

but if it should be, the regret of my need, i'll do all i can do, 

collect all the pieces, fade away, whether or not i want to. 

i'm afraid. What will i do? you force me to remember, 

that i promised to wither away with you...