Within your hazel, passionate eyes...
you hold my painful demise.
The fatal mistake, with no doubts I take,
blind and dense. All because I loved you.
You held me in your arms in the dead of night...
you told me that everything was gonna be alright.
You said that my depression didn't belong.
Of course you were wrong, it did belong.
After a while, sorrow seemed numb.
Who doesn't feel it? An emotion that dumb.
Instead grew hate, taking it's place.
You're not worth my saddened grace.
I chased you out with my awful rage.
You ran away, showing that, for you, it was a simple change.
This brought it back: The depression I'd lacked.
How could I be so heartless and wrong?
But I couldn't give in to your taunting song.
For months and months the sadness stayed.
Love and hate, still delayed.
That's when I met you, a gentile, kind face
The love relearned by your dark, warming gaze.
You taught me again, to love and hate.
You weren't a moment too late.
Holding my hand, you showed me this place.
The place that we could remain.
The ring on my finger still holds strong.
Looking upon it reminds me of that fateful song.
The one I play in my previously taped heart,
now a completely healed body part.
That song you wrote for that fateful night.
The night we shared, you and I..
the ring reminds me of that song you played,
making the proposal a night that stayed.
You didn't want me to forget,
helping me through the nights that were shit.
We'll be here together, not a chance we'll leave.
Because there's no place better, nothing else we need.
I'll always have you and you'll always have me.
Together we'll be in this trance of peace.
