I Feel Like I’m Eighty Years Old.

I Dread The Loss Of Her I've Never Touched Love Keeps Me A Slave In A Cage Of Tears I Gnaw My Tongue With Which To Her I Can Never Speak I Miss A Woman Who Was Never Born I Kiss A Woman Across The Years That Say We Shall Never Meet Everything Passes Everything Perishes Everything Palls My Thought Walks Away With A Killing Smile Leaving Discordant Anxiety Which Roars In My Soul No Hope No Hope No Hope No Hope No Hope No Hope No Hope

Only Love Can Save Me And Love Has Destroyed Me.

You Get Mixed Messages Because I Have Mixed Feelings.

I Love You Still, Against My Will.

I Don’t Have Music, Christ I Wish I Had Music But All I Have Is Words.