Broken heart with an open hand.
Tears in their eyes and alone they stand.
Standing alone is a cold thing to do.
Esspecially when it happens to you.
So here I wait with nothing to do.
Here I wait for nobody but you.
You said that you would be here.
And there is nobody near.
So with a broken heart I will walk away.
Wait for the excuse's you have to say.
Why you weren't there.
And why it seems like you don't care.
My love for you is going away like wind carrying a grain of sand.
I won't take your open hand.
Your open hand will have to find someone else.
Because my love for you has started to melt.
It's almost gone.
Why does it take so long.
With my saddness I will go.
I will walk down this lonely road...
