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How many more times must I wait for you?
       When will the time come that I can reclaim what's mine?
It's been too long and I, as are you,
       Tired of this wondrous, beautiful lie.

Pretty words are really no more than that,
       Thought I once had faith in your falsebound smile.
The beautiful naïveté with whom I sat
       Has left me behind to bleed and beguile.

I watch from behind as your warm hand finds
       Another to grasp, and I wonder to myself;
"Is her hand more than a replacement for mine?"
       And I feel empty, my heart a hollow shell.

I'm walking dead, but I smile through the pain,
       Waiting to live, for you to be mine again.

Description
How many more times must I wait for you?
       When will the time come that I can reclaim what's mine?
It's been too long and I, as are you,
       Tired of this wondrous, beautiful lie.

Pretty words are really no more than that,
       Thought I once had faith in your falsebound smile.
The beautiful naïveté with whom I sat
       Has left me behind to bleed and beguile.

I watch from behind as your warm hand finds
       Another to grasp, and I wonder to myself;
"Is her hand more than a replacement for mine?"
       And I feel empty, my heart a hollow shell.

I'm walking dead, but I smile through the pain,
       Waiting to live, for you to be mine again.