I'll use the blood from my spilling heart to write the words that were never able to slip out of my mouth, so you can see how much you've broken me into a perpetual state of melancholy.

When my hands can no longer make these hammers and strings play for you, my heart will always sing to you.

I have always wanted to give you the world, so I started giving you pieces of the oceans that kept us apart.

We'll meet again, but you're a lifetime away, and I need you now.

You know what truly aches? Having so much inside you and not having the slightest clue of how to pour it out.