I wonder how to tell someone.
After everything's over and done...
I sit and try to write the words I want your heart...
The room is sad and quiet now for you're not here...
Sadness at a funeral
Standing without knowing the language...
Fiddle and foe
Twiddle and woe...
I hear the terror of the unknown
I see the rage in nature's angry blow...
Are you looking down from heaven now?
Just to see what you left behind...
For once in her life it was on the right side of...
She unpacked her things with such great ease...
I want your name to live on,
and your mother wants that to...
In a room of pure darkness i pick up my pen ,
my trembling hand wipes away the mascara stained...
I poured out my heart
my fingers bled on the key board...
Sorrow is my main trait now,
Ill take this last memory of our hope...
Crack...
goes my pen...