The desert in the heart grows barren by the day
Where yellow buttercups once grew
Scavengers are picking the bones bare
What happens to the part of me that lies there?
No one can hear these wounds weep
I have shut my ears to them, too
But before I leave my memories behind
Sanity I must find.
I will be strong
And tomorrow will be a new day
But will it really be courage or cowardice
To turn my back on all of this?
I bury the truth in a gaping hole
Not enough sand to cover the grave
Maybe the dust of time will make me forget
That we ever met.
Regret in each step that takes me away
Guilt in the backward glances
As I take my chance to live a lie
Till the day I die.
