I got your voice
But I never heard your call
When I right, when I wrong
When I took to fratricide.
A good playwright could not unmake you
And all the words you dealt
As it's you
As it's me who wants to love again
Till the throws all mend.
I got your name
But I never took your form
When my lines they run wild
With a hand too numb to grip.
A good playwright could not unmake you
And all the words you dealt
As it's you
As it's me who wants to love again
Till throws all mend.