sitting and waiting for love to appear
cutting and bleeding with my endless tears
tired of life, tired of love
I fall on the floor, I crawl to the door
I want to go back, I cant anymore
so I die in this room, not alone but with myself
I looked every where for him but I could not find
His memories are planted deeply within my mind
The man that I once loved, was so warm, gentle and kind
The echoes of my dying soul, is reaching for the place it usually goes