Torture

I know I did you wrong, love
I have too much to atone for
I know it,
Believe that I know it.
So while I wallow in my wrongdoing
I torture myself
Thinking of you
I'd rather face the guillotine,
I'd rather be exiled,
I'd rather be dragged across the frosty ground
Than be hated by you...
It's too much torture
To see you cry when i'm around.

I think of you when i'm alone,
I think of you when i'm with friends
It's too much torture to smile as I think of you,
I start to cry all over again.
I wish I was jaded,
I wish you hadn't touched my heart



I'd rather face the guillotine,
I'd rather be exiled,
I'd rather be dragged across the frosty ground
Than be without you;
But even though it's torture,
I have to leave you, now
Because I'm not that jaded
And because you have my heart;
It's too much torture....

And though I cannot talk to you,
I'm not gonna fall.
I will allow this to bury me, then
I'll brush myself off
And get through it all.

Though it is torture, let the blade fall.....