• On the subject of love, the tap runs dry,
    Cigarette ash falls like snow on my face,
    I've spent too many years wondering "Why?"
    I bowed down when I discovered my place.
    And all this talk of making things better,
    Who knows the road time will take us down?
    We just wait as the rain becomes wetter,
    Trying to create a smile from this frown.
    So hush now as the years make this harder,
    This was never supposed to be easy.
    Yet time and time again we grow closer,
    In your lust filled efforts to please me.

    For I'll not shed another bitter tear,
    I know you love me as you hold me here.