I'm in the shrinking room 
because she left too soon 
shattered words scar the walls
the room is still, empty words to fill.

But every gentle phrase 
that emanated from her frame 
shrouds me in harmony
a lullaby deceits bled dry.
 [bad word] 
THE THINGS SHE SAID BELONG TO ME
 [bad word] hurts but lies burn
deep inside our souls
we've lost our way.

But the ties that bind
they keep the lifeline
so pure and strong.
 [bad word] 
THE THINGS SHE SAID BELONG TO ME