Misha White

Footsteps

i sit in my room
where i sit and dwell
i sit there all so quiet
when i just want to yell

i sit there with my thoughts,
going around in my head,
why has she gone lord?
why is she dead?

i sit there on my own
threw the dark black night
and i try so hard
to put up a fight

it usually works to hold back my tears
but i still cant face it, even after so many years.
this time it hasnt worked, to hold them back.
i know i should forget and get myself on track

but ive tryed and i cant.
theese feelings need to stop,
but oh look ...