Hello I know I’ve been here before

somehow some why in the time passed before

when love was more real

I’m beginning to feel

that this has all been a waste

 

Perhaps it was fragile perhaps it was soft

but I gave it all up and lived with the cost

and alone as alone as always I feel

my head and hands and heart  need to heal

 

Hello hello my tears will march on

for the mother the lover and the love that has gone

and fake as I find I am in this time

I still feel this was all but a waste

 

Perhaps it just withered perhaps it was wrong

but within it I find my heart and my song

and alone as alone as always I see

my heart rules my head and my hands strangle me