The time has come this year
for the seasons cheer
and i want to tell you more and more my dear
but i'm scared that if try
to open up my eyes
and face you, i might hate you, i hate you.

I want to be part of the universe,
part of the whole, part of the soul, but leaving out the hurt.

My heart was strong, but your daggers left the deepest wounds.
Let out the blood, let out the love, let out my fears to you.

Your will was weak and it vanished at the first sight of ash
on my hands, in our plans. How could you be so rash

But now the time has passed
Oh how the time has passed

Now I'm wondering,
with the coming of another year
will things change,
will dreams of you still reappear

I can't speak to you when our lines are cut
How do I let you know that I still haven't given up

He had a thought. Incredible right? To own something so minuscule. How much does a thought weigh?