Hand to my heart, will this part of me ever rest?
Tired of running away from the pain that siezes my chest
Stress eating away at the sanity thats left
Possessing that boombox to beat in my breast
To hard to digest, the feeling that overwhelms my mind
Freezes me up, the way it changes through time
Becoming depressed, the one made me obsessed
The hand i can't hold, the face i cannot caress
What is left? a heartache that just will not heal
The one that shone true, tears that i cannot conceal
Are slowly revealed, like the clues at a murder scene
Discovered in time, yet theres still some unseen
Private bonds, so strong between lovers long gone
Clocks stole the essense that memories prolonged