When did [bad word] to this 
 These drained emotions 
 I feel guilty for not being inspired 
 I can see you reaching out to me 
 But I leave you floating 
 After I am free of you 
 I should be missing what we had 
 In loving memory 
 To whom do I turn for a new beginning 
 All alone do I [bad word] with this task 
 Of solace 
 In loving memory 

 I have lost the power to feel 
 Turned to stone 
 My heart blackened 

 I should have seen what was good 
 Not been so easily blinded 
 All that glitters isn't gold 

 Every shimmering rock I've collected 
 kept weighing me down 
 Pulling me to the ground 
 All that I have left of us is a memory 
 picture of you and me 
 Have I forsaken my destiny 

 I have lost the power to feel 
 Turned to stone 
 My heart is bleeding 
 I should have seen what was good 
 Not been so easily blinded 
 All that glitters isn't gold 

 Every shimmering rock I've collected 
 kept weighing me down 
 Pulling me to the ground 
 All that I have left of us is a memory 
 picture of you and me 
 Have I forsaken my destiny