I called their names, I screamed in pain, but all I got was no reply.
I sat and waited, hoping to hear you, but all I did was start to cry.
This pain of mine, I hold so dear, waiting for Love to reach me at last.
I said I Loved you, I said I'd never leave, but now I'm writhing in agony.
And why?
I'll tell you why. Because I never truly cared. You won't admit it, but I never did, did you?
This pain I carry for them is not mine to bear.
Yet here I am, still screaming with the torture of it. Well, I suppose I can say at least I'm not dead. At least I can go on to writhe until I find out what true Love really is.
And maybe I'll be home one day. Maybe I might Love again. Maybe, maybe, maybe... Can't count on maybes. So I continue to stalk and stumble through this abyss of darkness in my mind's eye, until I may at last find Love one day in those arms, as well as mine.
This pain of mine I hold so dear, waiting for Love to reach me at last.
Within myself, without myself, You blame myself. Inside myself I find them, inside myself I find myself, inside myself I find pain. Why do I do this to myself? I long for release from this torment. When will I find peace? When will I find happiness? When will I find myself?