a mourning lovers cry will always stab through my heart knowing I caused it it shatters me into a million like a fragile mirror, with a distorted reflection tell me love, does it hurt you? do you pick up those pieces, and put them together or do you leave them there, and let others step on them to remind them of my foolish pain. but fairway I look at that knife and all I will ever see is you and me and the way I looked at you, while you never took a glance this lovers cry, will never end
