For every word you say-
For every word you write-
For every silent day,
For every silent night

For every little piece
Of every little heart
There's something that will end
And something that might start

I'm not so good with words
Unless if they are blue
I'm not so good with men
I wasn't good with you

I've turned myself to stone
This time I think for good
I know what I have done
I've known that I would

I knew that you would fail
I knew I couldn't thrive
We both tried anyway
I hope you're still alive

I wish you best of luck
From now until you die
Myself, I'll wander on
Or wallow in the muck.