These words so emptily spoken
For the words don't leave token
But take what little rapture
The pains leave it in fracture
Slowly mending
Soul within me bending
To yield
The pains and sorrows of the burnt crop field
All that work wasted
Everything gone, it never lasted
Weakness of the heart
Is what will tear me apart
The pain brings me to my knees
Anguish is all I get for these
Three little words
But they bring the pain of many swords
With even the slightest touch
Blood is spilled see, it doesn't take much
Pain and blood the two bring sorrow
The blood will dry but the pain will still be there tomorrow
Words that burn themselves into my memory
'I love you' were the words that ended the story