To/die/for, <I> Frail without you</I>
Grief never dies.
It slowly turns into
another form of despair,
another form of pain.
I gave you my life.
You gave me yours.
We thought it would last forever,
we thought it would never end.
For each other we took our lives,
where can I find my love.
I'm frail without you...
For a moment we shared one heart.
In death we'd never be alone,
but somehow we did part.
In loving memory, that's what it said.
Nicely carved in stone,
somehow alive,
somehow still alone.
Somehow alive even in death.
Somehow still alone.
