To say you are missed
is an understatement...
On the cross
I burn, I kneel...
Just another night with faded dreams
And usually I'd enjoy them, but not now...
You sit there with a tear running down
with your smile covered up with an unfriendly...
It's hard to swallow, truth is.
It must be a defect...
A living thing
eating, sleeping and dreaming...
I live my life here in between
Broken hearts and dusty dreams...
You were too young to die
It was not fair to go without a goodbye...
I'm waking up every morning to only see,
In the mirror that little girl who's been haunting...
You gave me every thing I've ever wanted
your love...
Where have you gone, my child
Now I must weep for thee...
An illegitimated dream of failing desire
Burning obscurely in my deserted heart...