Last night I cried myself to sleep,
the tears falling like rains from heaven.
The kind of rain that last only minutes but floods houses.
My tears flooded my room and washed me out.
Laying soaking wet on the grass, looking up at the dark night,
I thought, "How am I supposed to get over you?"
Is there a trick I have to do?
How am I supposed to forget when I listen to those sad songs?
Those songs of wrentching heartbreak and lonley lips.
Will this bottle of wine help?
Me drinking the fermented blood in sips?
How can I move on when I'm stuck in this rut?
My heart is in between this rock and a hard place.
I'm getting nowhere, I still see your face.
What am I supposed to do when it's your call I wait for?
I want it to be you when I hear a knock at the door.
When someone taps me, I want to see you when I turn.
When I'm talking to someone, it's your voice I yearn.
But who knows, maybe I'll never learn,
that this is how it's supposed to be when you break it off,
yearning for that person, you.
Thinking of how it could have been with us two,
but maybe this wasn't it and I never knew.
That this was just a test drive, it's really not what I want.
Maybe this was just the first course with many more to come.
Maybe this was just a practice round and the game will now start.
But what I do know is that this is Hell,
I hate the taste of this and especially the smell.
It's hard to think of something else rather than you,
I'm lost everywhere I go and I don't know what to do.
