I never thought of living with "I'm scared."
The promise burns right down to better use
And a choice could never fight enough to heal
A pain that still your heart yearns to seduce.

So forward marching, crying on with anger
And bitter breaking pieces pointing down.
The sharpness digs its elbows ever deeper
And drags my conscience with it to the ground.

I'm bent; I'm falling out of this so slowly
Like ever loving touches on the skin,
But longing places loving on the threshold
And tells me firmly not to let it in.

I never thought of living with "I'm sorry."
The words can't let themselves be that concise.
Still, worries feed regret for past and future:
Those choices that will never be made twice.

So take away the last remaining brightness;
A world cannot be simple on its own,
And standing up to billows of forgiveness
Is not a strength that I have ever known.

Like snow, I'll melt away from you so quickly
And leave you with a cleaner love to cry.
For winter passes crisply without tilting
And finds for you a way to say goodbye.

I never thought of living with "I'm standing"
For lies would not stay long without a script,
And every painful night we go on dreaming,
The mistruths grow entangled and tight-lipped.