by Audra Ebeth
You can take back your hand and your broken heart,
Cause neither of us want to remember this part.
Thoughts like bullets come raining through,
And the tears rain down as I look back at you.
So you could probably take being alone here,
After all, you've never had any fear.
I can't see the truth in all your foggy lies,
I can't see past the tears in your eyes.
Just leave the mending to me, I'll get us through this,
Wave good-bye to this blundering bliss.