Verse one

Your like a scar that refuses to heal, like an open wound upon my marked flesh.
You're like a melody with the sad wails of your (brutal) truth, the heartbreak that exhales with your every breath.
I'm always reminded of your love, of how we could have been when I ghost fingers over the red trails of passion on my skin. 'I love you' becomes 'I loved you' and I can't seem to get it out of my head, though my 'I love you' stays the same even through the changing years, even when I wish for death.
You're in everything around me, the rain that drenches my clothes sticking them to my frail bones. In the smoke that chokes my lungs surrounding me when I finally take a breath.
Even in the sadness that looks back at me through the broken glass the red streaks like tears in my reflection for all the things I left unsaid.
From the beginning to the end it was you, always you. Your voice will be the only thing I want to hear when time comes to an end.
Like a sad 'Good Morning' your warm breath breezes over my cold flesh, how ironic the sunny bright weather will seem then