Broken ways of time,
losing faith and rhyme,
hoping you'll come back,
knowing it's only you I lack,
waiting for my miracle,
my voice growing more lyrical,
time without you has turned me leary,
my life without you is so blurry,
the mystery of where you went has died,
saying you would come back, now I know you lied,
holding onto that memory,
of you and me, how we used to be,
and hoping beyond hope that that part of you you left behind,
will leave me alone and finally give me piece of mind.
