Torn down within the seams. Holding on to the ropes so that I can be close enough to reach out to you and hear your heart beat. Yet to far that loves key is vanishing before my eyes. One memory for each single tear. One good, one bad, one indifferent, one never forgotten. This was not what I was accepted to welcome me once more. Each tear still remains a significant symbol of my love to you. I’m sorry.
Tord Down In Tears