I could image why, and I could image how,
As you look into my eyes, you could see why I cry,
You left me here, here all alone,
in the depths of your dark soul,
You peek in once in a while,
seeking my weakness that was once in denial,
As my rage grows strong and weak,
you can feel what I seek,
what I want from you
Is to look into your eyes and see why you are crying,
as I leave you here all alone in
The pits of hell what I call home,
draining your soul that keeps you from dying
Written by: Maria Rivera Leite
~stay~
