My tears are liquid ice Cold to the touch and full of vice They symbolize what we had And the way we were so good yet so bad I loved you with all my being Now I am stuck here daydreaming Of a time when it was your hand I was holding Before my mistakes stepped in and it started molding Into something different than before I don’t know what the future has in store But oh how I hope to God we can be Us again I guess I’ll just continue to wonder when