Protect Me
	by Conviction

Maybe we're victims of fate,
sorry is always too late,
the thing that I tried to create,
lies in pieces.
Showing you that how I feel,
gaping wounds that never heal,
both of us seem so unreal,
lie in pieces.
Protect me from what I want,
release me from ghosts that haunt,
living a life full daunt,
it lies in pieces.
With both us us guilty of crime,
my thoughts harder to climb,
but my image of you remains sublime,
the rests in pieces.
Slipping slowly from my reach,
from your happiness I leech,
our fate's not together,
but one for each,
I pick up the pieces.