There's mist across the room, And I can see you lost: Miasma of regret, And gray depression's frost -- I love you, but I know (I hate that it's this way) I cannot ease your pain, Nor make it Go away
There's mist across the room, And I can see you lost: Miasma of regret, And gray depression's frost -- I love you, but I know (I hate that it's this way) I cannot ease your pain, Nor make it Go away