I took scissors and cut my tongue out because I want you to be the last person I say "I love you" to.
I took the knife and stabbed my eyes, so your soul is the last soul I stared into.
I sharpened a pencil and stabbed my eardrums because I only wanted to remember your voice.
Mute, blind and deaf, waiting for a love I had once and will never again, but yet, I wait.
I turn my body into a prison so my dreams of you can't escape, while I wait.
I spend all day screaming your name but no one can understand the murmurs, they never did anyway.
Bloodied eyes stare at the horizon, hoping to see your silhouette break it, one day, but how will I know.
I burn to hear your voice whisper my name, but my past is my present and my future.
The only thing I can wish for is your hand on my face one day, miraculously healing me.
Restoring my eyes so I can gaze at you.
Restoring my ears to hear your voice claiming me.
Restoring my tongue so I can tell you how long I've waited....oh how long I have waited.
This dream sometimes makes me smile and laugh.
This dream sometimes seizes me in hope.
This dream sometimes chases me like a nightmare.
I rejected a world...for you.
I froze my life to give it to you, it's in my hand, take it, for it is useless to anyone else.
Crazy they call me as I reach up my hands to an empty space.
But I see, you in my mind, reaching down, to break my vow.
