The wind cries,
a soul dies,
I'm slowly fading away,
all because no one wants to listen to what I've got to say.
I ask for help, it's what I need,
For my pain grew from it's seed,
and now it is a dead, black rose,
and the pain it brings never goes.
But no one wants to help me out of my deep despair,
and so my heart has been injured far beyond repair.
No one seems to care at all,
not a little bit,
so my heart takes it's fall,
from that fatal hit.
