It was so long ago,
That you left me so...

Many nights ago,
On one dark evening...

It was very long ago,
Since i last saw you...

One evening night,
Very long ago...

Still have your picture in a frame
I hear your footsteps down the hall...

It was early in the morning,
When the thunder rumbled...

The spirit of the Native Soul,
The loud sound of the howling wind...

How do I tell him,
That he is the one I like...

So many lies have been told,
And so many tears have been shed...

Sitting In her Room
Wrists of bloody red...

Every night I cry,
Because your not here with me...

Headaches popping up constantly
As I try to figure out why...