So . . . dead.
How can anyone manage to feel this way?
You . . . You leave me all alone again, this way.
And I know you will find a way to talk.
But I don't want to talk.
I've asked you before,
And you've ignored the fact that it's a promise.
And you can't break it.
So cold, So lonely
So wanting more than just to talk to you.
I know, it doesn't rhyme so it doesn't look that good, but it sounds better.
