I'm wrapped in a blanket of sorrow, my heart was just to borrow.
Water falls stream from weapy orbs, I only hope to still be yours.

Where did we go wrong? Why has your heart from mine gone..
I know that we can mend, unless it was all pretend.



Is it due to never being due? You're not the only one that it makes blue.
Is that really the reason why? We've not concieved but can't we still try?

I'm not a real woman it seems, I wish it were all a dream.


Of all the reasons a couple can fight, over something that should be my right.

Of our love we wanted a token, but it seems my ****** is broken.

And I know it's been unspoken,  but sometimes I wish I was never awokened.


So I sit here, with this sorrowful blanket, hoping we still can make it..