This emptiness is it what I've chosen

The feeling of death fill me like a curse

It seems so strange but somehow quite familiar

Familiar and cold and totally isolated



If I love you

Will you stay

If I hate you

How can I live with the pain

If I love you

Will you stay

If I hate you

How can I live this way



You've put yourself in this time you will suffer

Turned me away how can I return

Is this the price the price for believing

You pushed me away how can I go on



From: Flowers For The Gathering



by Chris McCarter