I’m like a boy who cries wolf about being in love
Please oh please my lord, send me remorse from above
I’ve broken my word, shattered promises and vows
The remainder of life, ill lay alone and ask how
I have done this to myself, how I have done this to her
Everything was so easy before my no good heart had to stir
For years had gone by, not a single wake in our path
But when a spring wind comes in winter, it seems like such a catch
And the heart strings start to vibrate, like a melodic old harp
But the pain piercing your stomach of your lover is too sharp
To ignore, our lives so delicate and so precious and pure before
But the feeling of the skin how could it not help but tempt us
Oh my dear, my dear,
How could it not help but temped us
How do you choose between the love of your life, and the lust of tonight?
When every illusion of love, is looked at closely under lights
And compared to the feeling of skin on your body
How can i ignore something temping me so oddly
And every moment though of lust, is laced with passion and fire
Hurt those who have hurt you, is the strongest desire
Cause in times like these when our bodies start to wander
We ask ourselves if we can make this torture last longer,
This never ending cycle of heartache and pain
It hurts more than the fire, but cleanses more than the rain
I was young once, but ive given up
Ive had my fun, ive been told thats enough
Im no longer nimble, no longer strong
Alone is the only place I belong
I don’t want to be a burden, don’t mean to pest
I just want you to know how to deal with me best
So don’t mourn for me when I age to old
Cause I wont be able to warm you when im cold
My bones will be wilted, and skin all worn
Ill barely remember the day I was born
So lock me in a cave all dark and cold
And wait for me to face the light alone
Ive grown quite fond of growing old
And moving on to teach future lovers
How to choose between the love of your life, and the lust of tonight?
To question every hard stray feeling, and dealing with them right
And compared to the feeling of skin on your body
To ignore these temptations
And every moment though of lust, is laced with passion and fire
Hurt those who have hurt you, is the strongest desire
Cause in times like these when our bodies start to wander
We ask ourselves if we can make this torture last longer,
This never ending cycle of heartache and pain
It hurts more than the fire, but cleanses more than the rain
Its unreal how your heart quivers just enough
To produce this tone, unmatchable by mouth,
So no matter what note I sing, no matter how much I scream
I can never bring into line your heart,
Never compliment that choir
Like an old harp as a child, played by an old man in a memory,
You can never be quite sure how to harmonize that sound
Its like its singing right to you, as if to make you want to jump on it
And pin its arms to the bed and never let it up
Just let it plays its chords for you
And yourself, with no one else in the room,
But then you wonder, what if I am not the only
Only one that has heard this song before,
What is this pattern, of notes in perfect harmony
Was stuck in the head of another
Remember me as the one that got away,
And I’ll remember you and everything,
That you could never be
Even my family
You took everything from me,
My life and my self esteem
