I sit on this lonely seat,
With nothing else to offer but
A hopeful heart, grown weary with regret,
And clear eyes, shielding unseen pain.
Desperate to let you see me,
Eager to offer what little soul I have left.
Yet my mouth would not speak
What my heart longs to offer.
And so I sit here on my lonely seat,
Staring into the abyss.
Well,
At least it stares back.