| Song | Never Tasted Tears |
| Artist | Emilie Autumn |
| Album | Your Sugar Sits Untouched |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I’ve never tasted tears | |
| Like these before | |
| And though they are the saddest | |
| I have known | |
| Their simple cause is none but | |
| One of joy | |
| For now it seems | |
| I may not be alone | |
| Upon this earth | |
| As I have been ‘til now | |
| A truly unexpected twist of fate | |
| For I had given up | |
| On everyone | |
| Especially myself | |
| And thought it late | |
| Too late | |
| For any soul to cast a line | |
| His hook would hit the ice | |
| And snap in two | |
| But someone blew a kiss | |
| And with his breath | |
| Unfroze | |
| What ne’er a roaring fire could do | |
| An angel now is mine | |
| And from the start | |
| I knew that I was bound to let him in | |
| But while I smile | |
| I weep | |
| Because I know | |
| That something ends | |
| So that this can begin | |
| God, what a fool am I | |
| Or am I wise? | |
| For years have I kept hidden in my heart | |
| The name | |
| Of one who never had been more | |
| But whom I wrote about | |
| And set apart | |
| From other men | |
| Though never did I tell | |
| My feelings, nay | |
| But used him | |
| As a muse | |
| An inspiration | |
| Something to adore | |
| But rarely did I think on what I’d lose | |
| If ever | |
| My affections | |
| Were replaced | |
| By someone living | |
| Breathing | |
| Warm and real | |
| For while I pledged my life | |
| To him in song | |
| The same for me | |
| I knew he did not feel | |
| If I could tell the truth | |
| I’d say I planned | |
| To go on in this fashion | |
| For all time | |
| I didn’t care | |
| He couldn’t care for me | |
| As long as I could own him | |
| In each rhyme | |
| And have someone to think about | |
| Each night | |
| When torment | |
| After torment wracked my soul | |
| To writhe in sorrow | |
| Bathe in pain’s delight | |
| To fill my pages | |
| Was my only goal | |
| Until the day | |
| I dared | |
| To call it love | |
| For this love | |
| Was the only I had known | |
| And somehow | |
| I could keep the rest away | |
| For in my mind | |
| I never was alone | |
| And being thus in love | |
| Though with a specter | |
| I never did expect | |
| Nor wish | |
| Nor care | |
| To take another | |
| In that holy place | |
| Though in my mind | |
| I knew no one was there | |
| Yay, in my mind | |
| But not so in my soul | |
| I loved | |
| I swear I loved | |
| Else why this pain | |
| When of my will | |
| I opened up the door | |
| And swept the space | |
| Where I swore he’d remain | |
| And something dies within me | |
| As I sweep | |
| As something new is born | |
| In every tear | |
| Past years of memories | |
| I long to keep | |
| A future | |
| That I both long for | |
| And fear | |
| There really was no question when it came | |
| This shooting star | |
| Both fire and gentleness | |
| Who never gave me time | |
| To make my choice | |
| But made my will | |
| His own with each caress | |
| For once | |
| And only once | |
| I did not think | |
| Where I should feel | |
| And for that I was proud | |
| But it was one thing to enact the part | |
| And something else | |
| To say the word aloud | |
| For once I had | |
| I felt | |
| A shadow fade | |
| Which over me had hung for all these years | |
| And no true loss | |
| In all the world could match | |
| The sense of someone | |
| Passing | |
| With my tears | |
| I hadn’t known ‘til then | |
| How lost I was | |
| Enveloped in this mist of my design | |
| So much of me | |
| My muse had thus become | |
| That in my eyes | |
| No star was seen to shine | |
| Unless it bore | |
| Some of my phantom’s light | |
| Or carried strains of music in the beams | |
| Until my soul was open to the view | |
| No man could enter | |
| Except in my dreams | |
| It’s over now | |
| And I am not afraid | |
| I know full well | |
| What I am meant to do | |
| But late at night | |
| When I recall my muse | |
| I cry for us | |
| As though he ever knew | |
| That I had waited years | |
| To hear my name | |
| Once spoken | |
| As it should have always been | |
| I’d wait there still | |
| But someone | |
| Real appeared | |
| And stole the heart | |
| No man could hope to win | |
| If to my muse | |
| I’d ever said hello | |
| It might not hurt this much to say | |
| Goodbye | |
| But there is something | |
| Tragic in this scene | |
| Which may appear | |
| As joyous to the eye | |
| Of anyone who witnesses myself | |
| Bound in the arms and lips | |
| Of my new friend | |
| Completed in a way I’ve never been | |
| And healing wounds | |
| I thought would never mend | |
| The truth | |
| That shattered my reality | |
| The soul I dreamed | |
| But never thought I’d meet | |
| And now I don’t look back | |
| Except in dreams | |
| Yet when I do | |
| The pain | |
| Is always sweet | |
| For only pain can show me who I was | |
| And from that girl to me | |
| How much I’ve grown | |
| I’ve never tasted tears | |
| Like these before | |
| And yes | |
| They are the saddest I have known |
| I' ve never tasted tears | |
| Like these before | |
| And though they are the saddest | |
| I have known | |
| Their simple cause is none but | |
| One of joy | |
| For now it seems | |
| I may not be alone | |
| Upon this earth | |
| As I have been ' til now | |
| A truly unexpected twist of fate | |
| For I had given up | |
| On everyone | |
| Especially myself | |
| And thought it late | |
| Too late | |
| For any soul to cast a line | |
| His hook would hit the ice | |
| And snap in two | |
| But someone blew a kiss | |
| And with his breath | |
| Unfroze | |
| What ne' er a roaring fire could do | |
| An angel now is mine | |
| And from the start | |
| I knew that I was bound to let him in | |
| But while I smile | |
| I weep | |
| Because I know | |
| That something ends | |
| So that this can begin | |
| God, what a fool am I | |
| Or am I wise? | |
| For years have I kept hidden in my heart | |
| The name | |
| Of one who never had been more | |
| But whom I wrote about | |
| And set apart | |
| From other men | |
| Though never did I tell | |
| My feelings, nay | |
| But used him | |
| As a muse | |
| An inspiration | |
| Something to adore | |
| But rarely did I think on what I' d lose | |
| If ever | |
| My affections | |
| Were replaced | |
| By someone living | |
| Breathing | |
| Warm and real | |
| For while I pledged my life | |
| To him in song | |
| The same for me | |
| I knew he did not feel | |
| If I could tell the truth | |
| I' d say I planned | |
| To go on in this fashion | |
| For all time | |
| I didn' t care | |
| He couldn' t care for me | |
| As long as I could own him | |
| In each rhyme | |
| And have someone to think about | |
| Each night | |
| When torment | |
| After torment wracked my soul | |
| To writhe in sorrow | |
| Bathe in pain' s delight | |
| To fill my pages | |
| Was my only goal | |
| Until the day | |
| I dared | |
| To call it love | |
| For this love | |
| Was the only I had known | |
| And somehow | |
| I could keep the rest away | |
| For in my mind | |
| I never was alone | |
| And being thus in love | |
| Though with a specter | |
| I never did expect | |
| Nor wish | |
| Nor care | |
| To take another | |
| In that holy place | |
| Though in my mind | |
| I knew no one was there | |
| Yay, in my mind | |
| But not so in my soul | |
| I loved | |
| I swear I loved | |
| Else why this pain | |
| When of my will | |
| I opened up the door | |
| And swept the space | |
| Where I swore he' d remain | |
| And something dies within me | |
| As I sweep | |
| As something new is born | |
| In every tear | |
| Past years of memories | |
| I long to keep | |
| A future | |
| That I both long for | |
| And fear | |
| There really was no question when it came | |
| This shooting star | |
| Both fire and gentleness | |
| Who never gave me time | |
| To make my choice | |
| But made my will | |
| His own with each caress | |
| For once | |
| And only once | |
| I did not think | |
| Where I should feel | |
| And for that I was proud | |
| But it was one thing to enact the part | |
| And something else | |
| To say the word aloud | |
| For once I had | |
| I felt | |
| A shadow fade | |
| Which over me had hung for all these years | |
| And no true loss | |
| In all the world could match | |
| The sense of someone | |
| Passing | |
| With my tears | |
| I hadn' t known ' til then | |
| How lost I was | |
| Enveloped in this mist of my design | |
| So much of me | |
| My muse had thus become | |
| That in my eyes | |
| No star was seen to shine | |
| Unless it bore | |
| Some of my phantom' s light | |
| Or carried strains of music in the beams | |
| Until my soul was open to the view | |
| No man could enter | |
| Except in my dreams | |
| It' s over now | |
| And I am not afraid | |
| I know full well | |
| What I am meant to do | |
| But late at night | |
| When I recall my muse | |
| I cry for us | |
| As though he ever knew | |
| That I had waited years | |
| To hear my name | |
| Once spoken | |
| As it should have always been | |
| I' d wait there still | |
| But someone | |
| Real appeared | |
| And stole the heart | |
| No man could hope to win | |
| If to my muse | |
| I' d ever said hello | |
| It might not hurt this much to say | |
| Goodbye | |
| But there is something | |
| Tragic in this scene | |
| Which may appear | |
| As joyous to the eye | |
| Of anyone who witnesses myself | |
| Bound in the arms and lips | |
| Of my new friend | |
| Completed in a way I' ve never been | |
| And healing wounds | |
| I thought would never mend | |
| The truth | |
| That shattered my reality | |
| The soul I dreamed | |
| But never thought I' d meet | |
| And now I don' t look back | |
| Except in dreams | |
| Yet when I do | |
| The pain | |
| Is always sweet | |
| For only pain can show me who I was | |
| And from that girl to me | |
| How much I' ve grown | |
| I' ve never tasted tears | |
| Like these before | |
| And yes | |
| They are the saddest I have known |
| I' ve never tasted tears | |
| Like these before | |
| And though they are the saddest | |
| I have known | |
| Their simple cause is none but | |
| One of joy | |
| For now it seems | |
| I may not be alone | |
| Upon this earth | |
| As I have been ' til now | |
| A truly unexpected twist of fate | |
| For I had given up | |
| On everyone | |
| Especially myself | |
| And thought it late | |
| Too late | |
| For any soul to cast a line | |
| His hook would hit the ice | |
| And snap in two | |
| But someone blew a kiss | |
| And with his breath | |
| Unfroze | |
| What ne' er a roaring fire could do | |
| An angel now is mine | |
| And from the start | |
| I knew that I was bound to let him in | |
| But while I smile | |
| I weep | |
| Because I know | |
| That something ends | |
| So that this can begin | |
| God, what a fool am I | |
| Or am I wise? | |
| For years have I kept hidden in my heart | |
| The name | |
| Of one who never had been more | |
| But whom I wrote about | |
| And set apart | |
| From other men | |
| Though never did I tell | |
| My feelings, nay | |
| But used him | |
| As a muse | |
| An inspiration | |
| Something to adore | |
| But rarely did I think on what I' d lose | |
| If ever | |
| My affections | |
| Were replaced | |
| By someone living | |
| Breathing | |
| Warm and real | |
| For while I pledged my life | |
| To him in song | |
| The same for me | |
| I knew he did not feel | |
| If I could tell the truth | |
| I' d say I planned | |
| To go on in this fashion | |
| For all time | |
| I didn' t care | |
| He couldn' t care for me | |
| As long as I could own him | |
| In each rhyme | |
| And have someone to think about | |
| Each night | |
| When torment | |
| After torment wracked my soul | |
| To writhe in sorrow | |
| Bathe in pain' s delight | |
| To fill my pages | |
| Was my only goal | |
| Until the day | |
| I dared | |
| To call it love | |
| For this love | |
| Was the only I had known | |
| And somehow | |
| I could keep the rest away | |
| For in my mind | |
| I never was alone | |
| And being thus in love | |
| Though with a specter | |
| I never did expect | |
| Nor wish | |
| Nor care | |
| To take another | |
| In that holy place | |
| Though in my mind | |
| I knew no one was there | |
| Yay, in my mind | |
| But not so in my soul | |
| I loved | |
| I swear I loved | |
| Else why this pain | |
| When of my will | |
| I opened up the door | |
| And swept the space | |
| Where I swore he' d remain | |
| And something dies within me | |
| As I sweep | |
| As something new is born | |
| In every tear | |
| Past years of memories | |
| I long to keep | |
| A future | |
| That I both long for | |
| And fear | |
| There really was no question when it came | |
| This shooting star | |
| Both fire and gentleness | |
| Who never gave me time | |
| To make my choice | |
| But made my will | |
| His own with each caress | |
| For once | |
| And only once | |
| I did not think | |
| Where I should feel | |
| And for that I was proud | |
| But it was one thing to enact the part | |
| And something else | |
| To say the word aloud | |
| For once I had | |
| I felt | |
| A shadow fade | |
| Which over me had hung for all these years | |
| And no true loss | |
| In all the world could match | |
| The sense of someone | |
| Passing | |
| With my tears | |
| I hadn' t known ' til then | |
| How lost I was | |
| Enveloped in this mist of my design | |
| So much of me | |
| My muse had thus become | |
| That in my eyes | |
| No star was seen to shine | |
| Unless it bore | |
| Some of my phantom' s light | |
| Or carried strains of music in the beams | |
| Until my soul was open to the view | |
| No man could enter | |
| Except in my dreams | |
| It' s over now | |
| And I am not afraid | |
| I know full well | |
| What I am meant to do | |
| But late at night | |
| When I recall my muse | |
| I cry for us | |
| As though he ever knew | |
| That I had waited years | |
| To hear my name | |
| Once spoken | |
| As it should have always been | |
| I' d wait there still | |
| But someone | |
| Real appeared | |
| And stole the heart | |
| No man could hope to win | |
| If to my muse | |
| I' d ever said hello | |
| It might not hurt this much to say | |
| Goodbye | |
| But there is something | |
| Tragic in this scene | |
| Which may appear | |
| As joyous to the eye | |
| Of anyone who witnesses myself | |
| Bound in the arms and lips | |
| Of my new friend | |
| Completed in a way I' ve never been | |
| And healing wounds | |
| I thought would never mend | |
| The truth | |
| That shattered my reality | |
| The soul I dreamed | |
| But never thought I' d meet | |
| And now I don' t look back | |
| Except in dreams | |
| Yet when I do | |
| The pain | |
| Is always sweet | |
| For only pain can show me who I was | |
| And from that girl to me | |
| How much I' ve grown | |
| I' ve never tasted tears | |
| Like these before | |
| And yes | |
| They are the saddest I have known |