My life is like a crushed shoe box,
The walls that surround me are all collapsing in,
No-one is their to re-build them,
I am the one lying in the rubble,
Staring into the Jet black sky,
Crystal tears streaming down my rosey cheeks,
A dusty hand will once again wipe them away,
I only want you to come and pick me up and take me into the sunset,
To be as we once was,
What seems like so many years ago
