In diamond like presicion I slowly cut away,
at my falsities,
at my never ending lies,
that wind and bind,
I am pounding my fists,
on the sky hoping it will break	
shatter and blind me,
what does it matter,
if I can't have you?
You said you loved me...
thats fine, and I love you my angel,
but I hate not knowing,
not knowing what's next. 
Through lust and sex,
and love,
what of those promises that you never kept?
What of all those nights,
neither of us slept?
For want of eachother... dammit,
I think I'll go call you,
and then hang up,
call again and say...