"You don't need a soul"
She says to me, so sweetly
"Its only in your way"
She whispers, oh so neatly
My brain develops droughts
As I go about my day
These dark and deadly thoughts
They leave me feeling gray
But they way she calls my name
At night when I'm in the grave
Leaves me feeling whole
But never feeling sane
And though she comes to me at night
I often feel her presence in the light
Will she come to me again?
Or will she leave me to my plight?