Where does it come from? Where to begin?
The memories of you now fading strong..
I long to see your face. Hear your voice..
This darkness that resides within, a hate that dwells refusing to release me..
Where does it come from, this capsule of guilt?
Vile and twisted, a padlock on my soul..
Soon we will walk together on pastures new..
Our time now only an echo in my mind..
This soreness in my heart it replays, never missing a beat..