Horrible thoughs fill my head,
Thinking of things I should have said.
The thoughts of love are now lost,
My warm heart is now in frost.
Can you hear my desprate cries,
Will you be there when the final tear dries?
How can you love some thing that's dead,
Can you hear what isn't said?
Why can you feel what isn't there?
I wonder why I even care.
My soul is gone,
escaped with glee,
follow it's advice
and stay away from me.
