until we meet in heaven there is nothing left to say
until the day you come back home I never want to pay
the price of love and hate alone
is enough pain for me to take unknown,
unknown thoughts of love and sacrifice
killing me with a hand-held knife
it bleeds to my brain,to my hands,to my face,
I feel I'm getting pounded with unknown hate
but if love is there to stop the bleeding
I will be on my knees with unwanted pleading,
I loved you so
but you still don't know
if love was me,
I would be alone?
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