These are the terrible days, people say
And I'm searching for a place where my eyes can rest
My lips, my soul, all this emotion
I'm weary of holding back this deep
devotion

The days I traveled just to find you there
Strumming your guitar
Instead of strumming my heart's
Which broke long ago

Melodies play on, with diamonds uncut
That's how we were, though now we're stuck
You ask to wear my skin
with no shame or regret
And as I comply,
it's the part of me you'll forget

I want to write you notes, so you can see
The real me, or at least who I used to be