You're standing with that sad look upon your face. Would it hurt you
less to
be near me?
The silence which once comforted me is a chasm now that we can't cross
at
all.
Well I knew that I could never love you, never need you, not like you
wanted.
I was a substitute. You have to admit it.
Could you bleed this sickness from my soul?
Could you heal these raw wounds beneath my armor?
Can you cure the sadness that's a statute of my life?
I don't think you can and that is why this is
Goodbye.
There are some bacteria that when the heat rises form these spores -
A protective shell around themselves just so that they can survive.
Then when it cools down again they retake their shape and lie in wait
for
unwitting nurturers
They can kill you, don't you know
Now this is me
Could you bleed this sickness from my soul?
Could you heal these raw wounds beneath my armor?
Can you cure the sadness that's a statute of my life?
I don't think you can and that is why this is
Goodbye.