Lonely at Heart

June 9, 2008
The tone of the harp
That plays this song in my sad heart
My mind begins to race
Thoughts of you appear inside me
I begin to feel the emptiness you left behind
It makes the happiness on my face disappear
You've left me with doubt
That I've begun to grow cold
The life I once had fades slowly away
From the slit of my wrest
To the scream of my tears
My growing sorrow tells me that my life is becoming a whole lie and I must stop
I have closed my eyes and now drifted off toward deeper scare
And things I've looked to find but never reached only became lost memories
I gave up
And I'm lost in my dark soul
I cant come out so I have to die my way out.

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