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
