I hold your picture
I hold your picture in my hollow eyes
It's blurred, It's broken, But it's yours. . .
I hold your tears in my empty palms
They are wet, they are many, but they are yours. . .
I hold your memories in my disillusioned mind
They are cruel, they are harsh, but they are yours. . .
I hold your soul in my cursed body
It's stained, it's sinned, but it's yours. . .
I hold your cries in my mourning voice
They are agonizing, they are haunting, but they are yours. . .
I hold your love in my broken heart
It's over, it's gone, but it's yours. . .
I hold your dreams in my dead eyes
They are broken, they are wrecked, but they are yours. . .
It's the end of it all
It's the end of you, end of me. . .
