• until we meet in heaven there is nothing left to say
    until the day you come back home I never want to pay
    the price of love and hate alone
    is enough pain for me to take unknown,
    unknown thoughts of love and sacrifice
    killing me with a hand-held knife
    it bleeds to my brain,to my hands,to my face,
    I feel I'm getting pounded with unknown hate
    but if love is there to stop the bleeding
    I will be on my knees with unwanted pleading,
    I loved you so
    but you still don't know
    if love was me,
    I would be alone?