I drop down on my knees and start to cry
For the only things that she has left me are pain
And a few slowly fading footprints in the sand
Blood streams from my pierced hart
Like a streaming scarlet brook
And as I see my reflection in my own salty tears
I am ashamed of what I can see:
Two dead eyes are staring at me
Afraid I jump back, but then I realise
That those black holes are my own
What have I become
A bitter soul, surrounded by darkness
Swallowed by confusion
And I begin to doubt my own sanity
But I know that I am truly mad
For I still praise the ground that she walks upon
I have even prayed to God
But I can hear him laugh up in the sky
And I still do not know if she loves me