There's a point in the night when the tears start...
That time when I know there's no on around...

People said we were meant to be.
We said we were perfect together...

She's crying again.
Her sobs seep through the concrete walls...

I want you to imagine
Picture my every word...

I think being alone is best for me.
Because then maybe I won't hurt anymore, you see...

I tried not to love you,
I wasn't sure exactly how that would help...

Loving, caring, soft and true.
beautiful, kind, sweet, never blue...

When things go wrong I sit all alone...
sitting all by myself at home...

I sit in my hiding place,
so no one can see my face...

Every night... I wish on the first star that...
I wish that maybe you'll come back to take back...

I'm scared of the shadows by the wall and the dark...
©Copyright Deanna Hill ® 2005...

Why the tears still fall....
Tears still fall from my brown eyes...