For all we knew    this could have been beautiful      I am not selfish I'm in   love with a spectacle      I would give you the sky   because you already mean the world      There were K's and X's   carved in my bleeding heart      Inflicted by daggers    held by the hands of the clock      Won't you at least escort me   on my experation date?       So when I want to look into those    beautiful eyes   I turn to page twenty four and cry      Thoughts of you creating this with   someone else...   takes my breath away      For all we knew   this could have been beautiful