Whispers of a love long gone,
Ghosts of the past simply float on,
Needles prick the heart with each sad song,
Memories draw blood as we all move along.
Painfully the banshee in your chest screams,
Then whispers the one thing that cannot be:
"I love thee, I love thee, oh why must I love thee
When I know that thou cannot, will never love me.
This blanket of comfort, this warmth within pain,
The soreness spreads at the sound of his name.
Enshrouded in wounds and the curse of affection
The friendship and fondness becomes an infection
And the levels of hell are all in the heart,
The suffering is nothing with which we will part,
So take a deep breath as the melody starts
Tears can drown the sight of him
Flames can consume our love within
But nothing quells this emotional torrent
This epitome of love's soul-rotting torment
Damned from the onset of the first lustful gaze
That evolved into depth, like the Minotaur's maze
We followed our hearts to the heart of design
And found the monster of love's vengeance divine
Dedalus' hands keep the victims of this
Trapped forever in love's labyrinth abyss
Damaged and broken and only you fit
God damn this, god damn you, god damn all of it
You son of a bitch you lent me that taste
Of happiness, of joy, of pleasures unchaste
Forever I will sit here alone and wait
Against my own will for this man that I hate
