How many tears have blinded me?
How many years have I tried to see
things that have long been lost to me,
but I've been searching hopelessly.

How many truths have scarred my days?
How many times will I live this recurring phase
when I look for a another million ways,
but I can't bathe beneath another sunshine's rays.

How many nights did I not sleep?
How many stars did I try to keep
and hold in my dazzled gaze so deep
but to cover up the shadows that I did reap.

How many roses will it take?
How many before my heart doesn't ache
and my eyes stay dry before I double-take
but see that it's not you I thought I saw in my wake.