For every tear that falls,
For every second that goes by,
For every look of disgust,
Or whisper of disgrace,
Another piece of my soul...withers away.
The look in your eyes,
A look that holds nothing,
Yet everything,
Brings fear to my heart.
The sound of your voice,
A sound that holds hurt
And despair
Brings a tear to my eye.
For every word your mouth has yet to speak,
For every tear you have yet to cry,
For every look you have ceased to give,
For every second that has yet to pass,
My soul will wither that much more.