Sitting on the bathroom floor
Getting drizzled by a substitute for rain
I'm scrubbing my unclean wounds
In the hope of washing away the pain

Finally leaving the lavatory
I felt the electronically generated frosted air
I turned on the lights
No one was there

I moved to the bed
Where the pillows lie
As I tuck myself to sleep
I started to wonder why

Caressing my face
With a damp cloth
No tears fell
But who would have thought

As I learned the meaning of
The word treachery
In the dark
You abandoned me

I can't believe that it's you whom I used to write for
And if ever you knew
Of the countless words and that I'm still writing more
What would you do?