When the Air is Gone How could you be so cold, The parting feelings make for darkened skies, On the edge of my tongue, I'll hold all your lies, And when the air is gone, where will you go, And when you see my scars, will the sun be in your eyes, Its all over when you say, Your tears spit me out, Oh, its all over, Your tears spit me out, This poem is inked in blood, The thoughts of what you cry, Waves of sorrow crashing down, It'll never get to me. ...thoughts please...