I am lost but I know where to go.
I am sad but I am afraid to show.
I smile but I have tears to flow.
I loved but she stole my soul.

I am a wanderer of memories that are not mine.
Dreams of life that in my head are confined.
Pieces of our moments stuck to a silver line.
Broken parts of me like diamonds in the night.

I watch the moon when I cannot sleep.
Its light illuminates the dust from my bedsheets.
I should go back to my bed before I trip.
And now the moon is gone and no one will see me weep.