Romanticism in all its splendour
Can't undo the hurt in the end
Love is meant to cause us pain
And in pain we shall remain

I could not tell myself I loved
You as I did for fear of pain.
Far easier not to be moved,
Than moved to love, and hurt again.

I have run away from it so long
I dont know why i run
but i know that my heart is dead
dead as the cold barrel of my gun

I want you back now that you're gone.
Knowing an emptiness only u can fill.
I stumble through my days of lone
Bereft of joy, bereft of will.

I respect the choice you made
And all that u decide
But i would just like you to know
i want u by my side