they've shattered your home
leaving nothing but emptiness
the hands that were light
are now pits of darkness
all you can to is watch
you had no right to talk
you had no right to cry
because you'll always the cause
a dusty vase out of place
was always your fault
opening the door for strangers
was always illegal
but my scars are now your fears
i choose to grab my sword
i choose to talk with actions
i choose to cry in the relm of silence
i choose not to watch this rerun
i'm gonna wonder in this desert
until i meet you in the spring
i will fight for love
because it's better to die trying
than too die crying
