I sit in this cold, dark house wondering where you are, quiet as a mouse.
The clock strikes ten past as I sit here..an outcast.
I play my broken heart strings..guess im just another one if the pretty little things.
Becoming frail frail feel this might fail.
Another day alone i lay.
An arrow shot cold into my chest when they tell me im blessed.
Wishing you were here i whisper that i need you near.
You finally hear and tell me never to fear.
My saving grace were face to face.
Waiting to be broke again i pretend this night is never to end.