by John Wesley
I must guard this precious heart
I must close these jaded eyes
My small world has come apart
Under the weight of our demise
The words you say, the way you move
The lies you tell, the bones you bruise
Cannot be mended, cannot be healed
I am the soul that no longer feels
You must leave, you must go
I am better here alone
I have nothing left to steal
I am the soul that no longer feels
You must leave, you must go
I am better here alone
I am better here
A velvet veil covered your head
White like the satin on our bed
These vows were never meant to be so mean
This is not my velvet dream
You must leave, you must go
I am better here alone
I have nothing left to steal
I am the sould that no longer heals
You must leave, you must go
I am better here alone
Be this hell or in between
These are not my velvet dreams
These are not my dreams