deep down (cont' to Bye New Jersey)

it's killing me to forget that there was no .us
it's killing me to pretend it was nothing, but the. dust
that chokes me now, and the tears, that vow
that they would cleanse the heart
but im getting impatient
we're so far far far apart
but you gave me something that wont leave me the hell alone
i too dream with a broken heart
and dont know where to start the new life
cause im still pretending im your wife
with the knifes and spoons all organized
"bye honey!" i'll see you soon
but ...you have to recognized
his heart is broken, shattered into pieces
and while i diligently search for every part
i find a dart
that seemed to break your heart in the first place
that generate the emotionless face
and sucked all the pleasant grace from you
i focus to much on what could be
while you focus on what you see
the doubt
distance
frustration
curl my fist as i write
hold the tears that i fight
extend your fears, they're here
laughing at me
still thinking about .us
the love and the . lust
aren't i enough
and look at me now
look at you now
should i say the word bow
but how can we take such pride in the massacre
of taking each other's hearts out.
i dont believe in healing anymore.
cause i tried it
and im back
.............at your door.