I've seen endless pain through these eyes,
through the rain, filled with lies...

If you are gone,
what's the point in this...

Once again I walk this path,
two minus one, you do the math...

I wake up every morning,
to realize that you're still gone...

Hate takes the place,
of the love I once felt...

*This is a song...*
I've had enough of all these lies...

Sitting alone, I search for a reason,
to sit through the change of each new season...

There were blue skies,
not a tear in sight...

It's hard to believe,
I'm alone in this bed...

This is the poem I can't write,
I've struggled with it day and night...

Just a faded photograph,
in a broken frame...

Well this feels like torture,
and I want to cry...