"The Ending"

(Hmm...everyone send me good break up mp3s...I need em... =P)
"The Ending"
I need a pen and paper,
A real piece of paper.
I want to feel the words beneath me fingers.
Want to run my fingers through the words.
Hearts are breaking,
And all i want is a piece of paper.
Black ink to match my soul,
The depth of an empty and bottomless hole.
I need some time to think things through,
Just a little bit of breathing room
Never cretain of anything anymore,
Never know if i'm really sure.
But i feel the bridge
Breaking beneath my feet,
See the sunshine chasing away.
I need a pen and paper,
Real paper, real ink, something solid,
Something tangible
To write these intangible thoughts.
Do me a favour, will you?
Smash the mask i wear,
And look closer at what lies beneath.
Writhing like a lost snake,
Falling to bits beneath my carefully planned program,
We, alone, are not perfect
And I can not pretend that we together are
Any longer.
I need a pen, my kingdom for a pen,
For a real piece of paper because
My heart is breaking and I must also break yours
And if i must destroy these intangible moments,
If i must end what was once revered and good,
I owe it to you to put it tangibly,
To speak for once in unwound sentences,
Speak it like I mean it.
Love you do I still but
It has dwindled from the love that feeds life to
A dim candle, set in a gallery among others
Where I beg for a simple pen and paper.