As I walk and business
people pass me by...

I feel like a empty bottle
that has not been open...

I wake up in the morning
knowing that you are not...

You might be quiet
and laughing with your friends...

Everyday I feel the soft tips of your finger make...
Laying down in my rocky bed, listening to my music...

Cold and shriving in this body
on my lonely winter...

Click, click, as the phone rings
Step, step, as i hear someone coming...

Grayish-Blackish clouds
The day of shadow and silence...

Scared of the unknown
whispers of the past haunts me...

The yellow field shine
bright as the sun...

I laid down at my bed turn to the wall and think...
and all the amazing things we have each other...

When i see you
i only see hate, all the...