Sorrow sings Her kisses in silence And adjusts the blinds to keep the light From mocking everything I feel She dances slowly A silhouette upon the curtains But her eyes seem to cry Only empty tears I beg for comfort with inadequate verse It meant so much to me... and so little to her And I am sinking into a mountain of self pity Why can't I simply disregard all the things I feel?
'where is my angel (x3) when I need him most?' 'tell me now where did he go?'