Swords - 7/18/05

Holding your hand, Still wondering why, --Will it make sense? If we don't disband, I'd much rather die. Hearing your voice, Only brings me down, --Are you ever quiet? I have no other choice, But telling you this now. Finding painless words, If only I really could, --Don't they all hurt? Like a million swords, They never feel good. Trying only to explain, Every good reason why, --Don't you understand? I need to end the pain, And tell you goodbye. Sitting on the phone, Trying to show tact. --How do I tell you? I'd rather live alone, Then take you back.