my regrets hinder me from speaking
my heart grows faint with each passing day
and though i wish my words could be a mending
somehow is seems they'd make love not know what to say
my aching bones cry for a fire
for they are weak and grow more tired
but this i know my words can't speak
in fear they tremble inside of me
for i do not think you would accept
what i would say; it should be left
the past reminder brings no ease
just hidden hope for new to be
but gently go away from me
gently go away from me
for i deserve less than to breathe
for what i harped inside of me
yes, gently go away from me...
yes love, this love, has forgotten me