You say the eyes are
the windows to a broken soul...

It's sucking the life from me
Reaching in with fists of pain...

My friends are always asking me
About this time of year...

Upon a bed of broken hope,There lies a lonely...
The soul was shattered by the pieces, As it fell...

My ship has sailed without me
My numbered days are spent...

With paper here in front of me
My pen is poised, I watch the clock...

Crystal stars flashing bright
then slowly fades away...

As I sit among the cinders as they sweetly burn
I think of all the dreaming done within this heart...

I'm just a frog on a lily pad
Sitting in this pond...

All That's Left of Me
By: Twisted Heart...

I hold this pen in hand,
Though my thoughts are many...

It's quiet now, everyone has come and gone
Just shadows on darkened walls remain...