I held my breathe,
And watched your eyes,
As you counted the scars

Is it wrong,
For me to expect,
The truth

Save me,
But what is there to save,
There is no life here,
It has been gone for years,
You can only postpone,
The inevitable,
For so long,
But I ask,
Selfishly, I ask,
Save me,
Before I breathe my last

What hurts the most,
Is not the lies,
What hurts the most,
Is that I failed to see,
Something wasn't right

Walking,
Down grey city streets,
I don't feel the cold anymore,
I don't feel the rain,
There's brightness somewhere,
Beside me,
It's coming to an end,
Faltering along the way,
There is emptiness,
There is hunger,
But for something,
Other than the obvious

Life is like the sky,
Each day a different shade,
Of blue or grey,
There are times of joy,
Bright summers,
And gradual deteriations,
Into frost-bitten winters,
Many are blessed by joy,
The presence of the sun,
But it seems I am lost,
In an endless winter