i split your arms wide open,
with the worst of intent.
if i could pretend,
to receive a piece of you,
i'm leaving clean,
and giving nothing back to you.

is this all in vain?
and maybe our lives can never change.

this is the only time,
i'll give you something to believe in.

so it begins...
another's taken from us,
and i know all about the way we were.
something's missing,
so tell me why should i keep trying...
to turn this into something,
to turn this into something pure?

i split your arms wide open,
with the worst of intent...
if i can pretend there's something missing.