Wilting

With heartache as my muse, I'll sing the pain

I'm a paper heart inside a hurricane

Walls of silence closing in, a maze so cold

You're looking to the future

These scars are battle wounds, not marks of defeat

With heartache as my muse, I'll sing the pain

I'm a paper heart insinde a hurricane

Walls of silence closing in, a maze so cold

These scars are battle wounds, not marks of defeat

I'll bridge the distance, casting stones on who's to blame

You know it never could have been you

You left me cold, wilting on a branch so thin

I never thought it could have been you

Sort our feelings through, I see you're miles away from

Sort our feelings through

I see you're miles, miles, and miles away from