Why does she look at me like this ...

I walk alone,
on the road of cracked dreams,
where I am all alone,
all cold and depressed,
in the realm of lost dreams.

As I look up,
I can see my lover's face,
in the starry skies,
all tangled up like a lace,
which causes a rift of emotions,
that overwhelms me,
for I caused all this mess!

I looked down in the ragged road,
as it closes up to my face,
and as I think about what I've done,
the thought freezes me in my track,
and I grind in the road,
all unconscious and undisturbed.

I dream of her,
where she smiles and laughed,
and we were back together,
suddenly she starts crying,
denying that we're together,
then she looks up to me,
her face all warped with rage,
the sight of her eyes just killed me,
because the sight of hatred from her is unbearable.

What have I done,
what did I do,
what have I done to her,
what did I do to her,
why does every breath of mine enrages her,
why does she looks at me this way,
then ... I recall a day,
a day of saneness,
a day of turmoil and chaos.

She doesn't deserve me,
She's better off without me,
I am alone,
in the realm of lost love.