To never make you look at me the way you used to do
To never be allowed to look at you the way I do
I would do anything for just one more night with you
When there was a slight of hope that you could love me too, and
To never touch your face again as if your skin was mine
As if there was no shame or fear in any spoken line
To never feel your laughter flashing through those shattered bones
For just one second it made me feel as if they were my home
To never taste those lips again that felt so sweet and pure
A childishness, a flooding wave, water on the shore
The long-awaited cure, every mine is yours
Every mine was yours, but all of that no more
And you said you wished to fall in love
Because of how I sing
Because of how I smell
Because of how I dream
Now what's left of me?
Who the hell I am to be
Who the hell I am to be
Who the hell I am to be, oh
Who the hell I am to be
Who the hell I am to be
Who the hell I am to be
If it's not enough to make you fall in love with me?
