Can I make you fall in love with me?
Like I fell in love with you?
Will time do justice to me?
What can the power of time do?
It is so hard, all this waiting.
Impatiently I decide,
that I can stop the love from fading,
by waiting by your side.
The abrasions on my skin,
carved by a knife from sin,
are a true sign of my obsession for you.
They are a sign of the pain within.
With each tear I cry,
I block out the sound of fear.
With each day I love you.
With every arriving tear.
Besides the torture that comes with our love,
I decide that this is where I belong.
I look at the scars that prove my love for you.
I look at the scars...
I would die for you.
Can I make you fall in love with me?
A question which the answer is fake.
If time does do me it's justice,
for all it's worth, I will wait.
So I sing another prayer,
I compare my scars to light.
Love will do it's justice to me.
And obey the tears I fight.