You make me think of a killer rhyme So sad how these encounters run on borrowed time You completely disarm me and leave me with no alibi Heart pounding, palms sweating, you leave me to die Dear Mary mother of all sorrows Tell me what secrets harbours her heart? Now that this sickness claws from within Who will be left standing and who will fall apart? You make me dream of a different life Of mistakes undone and truths that don't cut like a knife But love is a sickness that fathers all the pain Can't help myself but wonder… was this all in vain? You say you are not walking away but your back is turned Only a lesson lived is a lesson learned Dear Mary mother of all the broken hearts At the end who will be left there to pick up the broken parts?