I asked myself only when he needed my help, "How will the broken heal the wounded?

What broke your heart so badThat you had to close every door, That you say you have a dark soulAnd can't utter the word 'love' anymore?

There will be a sea of tears,You'll gasp for your breath at times,You'll drag your heavy heartAnd drown your soul in the sea.But sooner or later,The sea will dry up,There won't be any savior shipBut you'll learn to embraceThe wet sand revealed.

I've heard you say so many a timeThat I know just the right words to say, just the right lines to rhyme...Today it's been 7 years since we last metI have learnt to say just the wrong words, just the lines you hate....