The Ink Well

Looking back, without, not in me All I have are these sad stories Something said, to keep you laughing Deep in bed, a lover's quarry When you awoke, you whispered softly What you said, wasn't meant for me Grief, is in your wicked eyes Just like the day we said "goodbye" Lucky for me, the door you've chosen--is open Now, my heart is broken And I don't have to worry You were always stronger than me The ghost of you still haunts me, at night That's enough to keep me happy, sometimes And I don't have to worry Whether or not you're waiting for me You can't make someone love you You just can't make someone love you Grief, is in your wicked eyes Just like the day we said, "goodbye" You on the roof, and I, below you I had so much to show you Grief, is in your "caring" eyes Just like the day we said, "goodbye" Lucky for me, the door you've chosen--is broken Now, my heart is open