 | And where do i go from here?
What are my thoughts when you are gone?
and who is she,
to take in what i miss so much?
And it's her you yearn to touch.
Where am I? Have i lost?
I poured out everything,
and at what cost?
I feel left, I feel gone.
I feel like dying.
What's the use in mourning?
It must not be meant to be.
When you look to love,
you may not look to me.
I will dwell, my thoughts free.
As for what it matters,
only destiny can see.. |  |