I'd rather see you as the bright light that you used to be, 
than the faded star leading me astray. 
With misguided steps, I was losing myself. 
And you, you were always walking away. 

The memory of what could have been is all I have haunting me, 
tearing out the stitches in the wounds of my heart that used to be. 
Every rain cloud paints my name in the dead sky, and I, 
I can't move on when the downpour's drowning me out. 

The winter stiffens my skin straight, so i can stand up while my faith evaporates-- 
but my shoulders are weighed down by the taste of your name. 
I thought it would be so easy to spit it out, like love never crossed my tongue, 
but it's stuck in the back my throat and its cold and alone and it's dead and it's gone-- 
blinded, bound down, faded, numb.