All I want to do is touch you...cut out your heart, and ask you "where is your faith?" I've been sleepwalking with your t-shirt in my tearful hand. All I can see is empty promises ahead, soaked in a drowning disgrace of our fallen dream. If this is our last kiss, then I won't make any closing arguments. If these are my last words, then broken intentions are forever imprinted in my skull. But I can't think twice about loving you. I can only wish for things to be different. Love, Your Always And Forever.