I don’t know why
I have this feeling to die;
Maybe its cause all
I do is think of you…
...
Their was a day she chiseled my heart away;
It turned to dust and scattered away till this day;
It rides the breeze threw the flowers and trees;
Maybe one day, She will decide to gather it all and turn it to clay;
...
As I write my mind
Begins to take flight;
It might fly like a child’s kite,
...
Dry Tear
I don’t know why
I have this feeling to die;
Maybe its cause all
I do is think of you…
You grasp my heart
And squeeze it tight;
I don’t have a chance
To even put up a fight;
Maybe its cause all
I do is think of you…
My heart beings to beat so slow
And you still wont let go;
What will it take…
For you to stop?
My death is near
And all I get is a dry tear;
Maybe its cause all
I do is think of you…
It finally has come, the
Last heart beat hit the drum…