I revised this one, because the first draft kind of sucked. Maybe I posted it here before?

"Jar of Tears"
Somewhere new in a place far away,
I left some tears in a jar for you.
I knew time caused your heart to fray.
That place contains part of me that was torn in two.

In the night and between a dream,
I left some blood on the ground for you.
I knew they caused your heart to scream.
I know the pages now, will not turn for you.

I deem that winter never turn to spring.
I willed my spirit: "die for you."
The sorrow caused your heart to sing.
A chorus echoes little lies coming true.

Of me I gave, of you they took.
No words can tell nor fill a book.
So take this jar, what's left of me,
Step over the line that makes you free.