Alone with my sorrows,
Sick with depression,
I have gone through many tomorrows,
Amazed by the confessions.
On the dark side,
Sitting all alone,
I always thought that we would confide,
We were supposed to be condoned.
I can't stand to think of you not being here,
I would melt away and disappear.
Unless you were there,
Honest to heart,
One great pair,
And two people torn apart.
