These memories, they're dead to me
Yet they come alive again in my dreams
Rewriting endings, only devastatingly morbid when the morning has come.
I've been told over and over again I'm not to blame,
But who's to say I'm not liable for the hearts I've hurt?
Promises I've broken, tears they've shed over me
The guild and dead memories haunting me.
Their smiles encouraging mine to return at the thought of them,
One denies, the other accepts
Both broken by me.
I should have chosen my words more carefully...
No,I meant what I said, but was that all I needed to say?
Maybe if I stressed how much I loved them, they wouldn't leave
Me crying alone on this cold wintry night.
I wouldn't be questioning my motives when I was victim
Of their abuse.
Who do I long for them? Their touch, their kisses, their voice
Whispering "I love you, Morgan" as I clung to them, believing we'd
If they would have been honest about their ghosts, would I still
Be living with mine bottled up in the cellar?