Within the clouds
I find nothing
But within your voice
I see something
In the distance,
The dark is near
But in my heart
The stars are clear
As I lie awake to die I wonder
If a life with you is a storm with thunder
But with the knife I kiss you goodbye,
O why must I have let you go by?
A much fare adieu was all I gave
A relaxed style of way
Liberated from the chains and thorns, however
I’m trapped by your guilt and remorse
Aren’t you lucky that my bruises never healed
but yours have found rest?
Luck has run dry for the girl who cries as she is simply “doing her best”.
I am alone sitting in sadness, despair
While you stand watching me, cold, aware.
Silently stop myself from stupid sobs and stare
At the way you looked at her while I was there.
I wanna change my don’ts into don’t worries
My sorrows into sorries
But it is too late, the darkness came.
Took me with that storm of rain.
The knife is now at my neck
It’s cold blade sliced me away
My last breath wasted
With your name on my lips,