When the wind whispers my absence,
And the sun mourns my passing...

Sitting 'neath a weeping willow,
By this undisturbed lake...

Lame excuses is all I got,
For the bruises that show...

Never aloud to leave,
Always under lock and key...

I cried for you,
I never knew...

Kneeling in my corner,
Not letting my tears fall...

Promises were meant to be broken,
And I broke mine...

Longing to make the razor my friend again,
Longing to draw it across my skin...

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Stop Whispering broken promises to me,
Hearts eventually stop believing...

Slowly smothering from your love,
Trying hard to be what you want me to be...

Standing upon this lonely hill;
With only an old tree for company...