He wiped his hands
On his filthy shirt...

When I frown
Will you turn it to a smile...

There is no purpose
My life is a game...

I look up
At the midnight sky...

When your pulse stopped
To my knees I dropped...

I can see your light
The only glow in the dead of night...

Please try not to cry
But when you do...

I’m hanging on
By one small thread...

There are voices
Inside my head...

Each day goes by
Each one passes...

I try to speak
And tell you what I feel...

I close my eyes
And remember back...