With a feeling so strong
as to vommit when felt
how shall I describe
what I fell

How can you tell someone
about love and pain
when they have never
experienced the hurt

Can you expect them to know
of all the feelings you have
of all the lies of cover

Yet I find comfort
with one I tell

Because to express yourself
is to relieve your heart
of the terrible burdens
held up inside

You left me hear
alone and cold
standing at the corner
with no heart

Now I see
all of the pain
that I have
inside of me

I use this pain
for love and hate
but why can I
only love one

Do I have no more heart
than for another person
or shall I
only love one forever

These questions I ask
but can any give me
a straight answer
for my problems

friends know not
of the secrets hidden
in the depths of my heart
and bottome of my soul

but with one I have shared
and have gained some rest
but now my soul
plagues me again

for the rest I had
I must now suffer the pain
of the feelings gone
and love hidden

The draught of my soul
has emptied the whole
of my poor mind
and heart

I have now to blame
only myself
for the sorrows and pains
in me

I am sick on the bed
with her in my mind
yet without her
how might I live

She gave so much hope
and joy and peace
yet wrought a dark place
within me

My comfort or sickness
no one can tell
except the one
who knows my heart

This love that fills my soul
has given me these wings
to fly to distant shores
and then to home again.

I sit on this rock
and think of all these things
then I begin to wonder
of the joy that she brings

For who can know of love
of joy or pain or hate
without having fallen
or taken through the gate

I have so felt these feelings
so that I know I can feel
but she that had to show me
has gone and left me here

So now I sit upon this rock
and look at love and joy
and see of all the wonders
of happiness and peace.

She broke what I had
my heart and soul
with her they fled

She left me empty
except for a feeling
a feeling of love
a feeling of hate

A love of one lost
a hate for myself

why did I let go
what I loved most
or was this piece
taken from me

I no longer care
for this shallow world
or for the riches gained

what are these
when one is lost
what can these cure

though she broke
my heart and soul
I am left here
as an empty person

Another fall
again I stumble
only to get up
and see the end

I have no heart
that will feel
I have no soul
that will plead

I am falling
beneath this weight
of something that feels
like a lost soul

I have this lost soul
I am this broken piece
with nothing to gain
I am finished

And now I leave
this wonderful place
only to hope
to come back again

A place so great
that no one can tell
of the feeling of joy
that all is well

Then leaving now
I feel this sickness
growing up in me
that none can tell

A sickness of heart
a plague of soul
who shall ever
know where it starts

Strong as drink
or deadly poison
I sip from this cup
of mortal despair

Who can cure my heart
or fix my soul
except the one
who broke it