I ripped myself out of your life br and I left the wounds open to bleed. br The blood seeped into the ink, br and the ink became the pain on the page. br I was empty before I met you br I was whole when I was with you br and then I let you go. br br But you have read my heart br you saw the clockwork of my soul. br You came back and grew new roots br in the wound, where I got torn.