Isolated by fear, held prisioner by lifes cruel...
Left alone to die in the dark, its freezing cold...
I am the dry leaf that blows past you un-noticed
I am the damaged box sitting on the store shelf...
The overwhelming guilt,
worthless...
Who is that sad boy.
Why does he always cry...
Isolated by fear, held prisioner by lifes cruel...
Left alone to die in the dark, its freezing cold...
I dream a dream that you make love to me
The feeling so real that it sets me free...
The chambers of my hears prison beat of empty sorrows. A plea of no tomorrow. |
I hold my broken beating heart in my hands. Slowly watching it die, looking at you as i start to cry and say my final goodbye. |
Drowning, drowning, softly dying. Sitting, sitting, always crying. |