My soul creeps as my spirit grasp
for each breath as if its my last
Intertwining in its on misery
trying not to relive each moment we spent
Wondering if its true.
For my soul is shattered…
as time past me by
I feel empty then the last hour…
was my love that meaningless?
In the heavens at night,
my soul sings a lost melody
that sways in the wind.
What’s left of me….
a heartache that cuts deep
and bleeds of what is absent of me.
Which is you, …
tears run of red as my lungs
cover with gray smoke
to form a scar of everlasting torture
of a lost love not knowing if it is lost…
walls rebuilding and locks at every gate
as I drown in my after thoughts
of what you mean to me…
and what I thought I meant to you...
(C) 2005
D.S Production
for each breath as if its my last
Intertwining in its on misery
trying not to relive each moment we spent
Wondering if its true.
For my soul is shattered…
as time past me by
I feel empty then the last hour…
was my love that meaningless?
In the heavens at night,
my soul sings a lost melody
that sways in the wind.
What’s left of me….
a heartache that cuts deep
and bleeds of what is absent of me.
Which is you, …
tears run of red as my lungs
cover with gray smoke
to form a scar of everlasting torture
of a lost love not knowing if it is lost…
walls rebuilding and locks at every gate
as I drown in my after thoughts
of what you mean to me…
and what I thought I meant to you...
(C) 2005
D.S Production