Everyone tells me
to look at the good times not the bad...
She drops to her knee's;
begs the world, please...
I haven't seen you for the first time in days
I'm so excited...
How could this happen to me?
I trusted you with everything...
She sees him across the room, can't help but...
She goes over and talks to him...he seems nice...
Its the second day without her face
For she has gone without a trace...
My silent romeo,
on the hills of moutfield bay...
The man without a name and soul.
Forgotten but not yet gone...
I'm sorry that I'm me.
I'm sorry for what I say...
A faint echo crawls its way into my ear
slithers down my spine, laying the eggs of fear...
You said you'd come for me,
but you lied, that I can see...
In the soothing breath of thin air,
it feels like everything around is unfair...