What's left of me is just for you to see in your heart Even though we may be far apart Never fear if I should disappear You will see there are still stars that shine after me

You're sweet as a honey bee
But like a honey bee stings
You've gone and left my heart in pain
All you left is our favorite song
The one we danced to all night long
It used to bring sweet memories
Of a tender love that used to be. Now it's the same old song
But with a different meaning
Since you been gone.

There's hope left in these dusty chords. There's a song left in our rusty hearts. We are torn and frayed but love remains.

Some may have blamed you that you took away
The verses that could move them on the day
When, the ears being deafened, the sight of the eyes blind
With lightning, you went from me, and I could find
Nothing to make a song about but kings,
Helmets, and swords, and half-forgotten things
That were like memories of you--but now
We'll out, for the world lives as long ago;
And while we're in our laughing, weeping fit,
Hurl helmets, crowns, and swords into the pit.
But, dear, cling close to me; since you were gone,
My barren thoughts have chilled me to the bone.

Music I heard with you was more than music,
And bread I broke with you was more than bread;
Now that I am without you, all is desolate;
All that was once so beautiful is dead.

And here you are hurried, And here you are gone; And here is the love, That it's all built upon.

Those who are gone, you have. Those who departed loving you, love you still; and you love them always. They are not really gone, those dear hearts and true; they are only gone into the next room: and you will presently get up and follow them, and yonder door will close upon you, and you will no more be seen.

The only thing of importance, when we depart, will be the traces of love we have left behind.

I grieve for you You leave me So hard to move on Still loving what's gone They say life carries on Carries on and on and on and on...

If you said goodbye to me tonight
There would still be music left to write.
What else could I do?
I'm so inspired by you.
That hasn't happened for the longest time.

what's left but
shards of memory
smoothed and hoarded,
shrapnel griefs,
a few regrets?

After...
The seas have dried out
The trains have come to a shrieking holt
The hounds of the abyss cease to howl
The prisons have closed their doors
The pigs have no one to arrest except themselves
The drugs no longer have an effect
When it's all over
All I'll remember is you