The Aftermath

And I'm tired like the setting sun
I've given all I've had to love someone
This old pen is falling down
Spilling ink across our pages

This tired heart has grown so cold
Traumatized by things untold
Our fragile spark has breathed it's last
Winter's come and it's turned to ash

I wish I could make this pain go away
I wish I could be what you need me to be
I wish I could make this pain go away
I wish I could be what you need me to be

I wish I could make this pain go away
I wish I could be what you need me to be
I wish I could make this pain go away
I wish I could be what you need me to be