I wonder if your eyes still know me
I wonder if they'd recognize my face
I wonder if they'd water if they saw me
I wonder if I've even left a trace
I wonder if I'm in your veins
I wonder if you've gone insane
I wonder if you can still feel me
I wonder if you even miss me
I wonder if you wonder about me
I wonder if you wonder how I feel
I wonder if you even give a damn
I wonder if our love is even real
This is the place where he lay his head,
When he went to bed at night,
And this is the place our demons were derived
Candles lit the room at night.
this is the place where he cut his wrists
That odd and fateful night.
This is the place where we used to live,
I paid for it with love and blood,
And these are the boxes that he kept on the shelf,
Filled with his poetry and stuff.
this is the room where he took the razor,
And cut his wrists that strange and fateful night.
I never would have started if I'd known
That it'd end this way.
His body didn't last forever,
It decomposed with time.
But the memories I'll always treasure,
Will last me until the day that I die.
“I’m so happy” she said, “I finally found the love of my life.” She hugged him tightly not wanting to let him go; but he hugged her tightly to him, not having the heart to tell her that he was only a figment of her imagination. He was the true love that never was.
each moment passes by,
and i can barely pretend to care.
i watch them pass with less
emotion than i watch the street below,
wondering when will my time
to live arrive?
each moment stretches out,
and closes in,
but it's no different than yesterday
and the day before
as the moments suffocate me
and make me wonder:
when will my time
to live arrive?
All is left couple of hours before your train arrives.
We had the best summer forever.
It was our late spring love.
I wish we could stop here for some more time.
I wish we could press rewind and begin everything from the earliest starting point.
I don't need to hear those comforting words when I know you will leave me alone.
Promise me you will remember when the night comes.
The time passes by it is turning out to be hard.
When I know we can't do anything further.
Now it is all over.
I am burnt down to the wick
I am smothering in the ashes
of all the time lost waiting on you
I never thought I was afraid
of the dark, lost places
but I have to confess
this silence is unbearable
I am alone.
I can feel the weight of isolation
eating holes in my skin
I am ruined
mutilated by your indecision
Who will ever love me now?