Alone I sit
In a cold, black room...

When shall the child
Of my dreams...

It's dark and it's quiet
Yet I hear your voice...

Ying and yang
Two opposite sides...

Every morning I wake,
Expecting...

A fussy child
Struggles against...

A sad man
Clad in black...

I've been a little flirty,
But I can't help it...

My mess,
Is clean...

I didn't know death smoked!
But he stands there...

They say,
Home is where the heart is...

There's so many things to miss,
Especially when it comes to you...