Anathema

It gave us a purpose, sometimes. It gave us a reason and a rhyme. Looking for meaning in song. Such inner searching, so long. So long. But we laughed and we cried and we fought and we tried and we failed. But I loved you, I loved you. Building foundations, straining. Such good intentions, failing. Slowly we faltered from the line. Slowly dissolving our time. Our time. But we laughed and we cried and we fought and we tried and we failed. But I loved you, I loved you. But I loved you. I loved you.