I feel cold,lonely,and sad.
Every night,I dream of the love,I once had.
I think that I am going mad.
Every second my heart is crying;
I feel like I am dying.
As I sit on the front step,
I look up high at the sky,
and think of the worst day of my life,
when my true love said."Good bye."
I will ask my self,
the same question; till I die.
Why,why did my love leave me why?
As I try to forget the past,my life passes,me by
right before my very eyes;as I sit on my front step,and cry.
Every day, before,I rise from my bed,I pray to the Lord,
that my love;I would love till the end of time
and never betray.
May come back to me and agian be mine someday.
