To bleed in heartache
is something I wouldn't
want to go through again
Every bit is hell;
Every corner too dark
—it's something
I don't think I can
outlive once again
To bless in silence
is something I loved
since I have done it so
Every note is pure;
Every pitch too sure
—it's something
I don't think I can
ever repay once again
To bleed in silence
is something I have known
—something I lived through
Every thing is sad;
Every day too long
—it's something I endured
until I couldn't anymore