When i think of you, why do i cry?
why does the time seem to be flying by?
why, when it hurts, does it only hurt in my heart?
a pain too much, its tearing me apart
why do you trick me, play with my mind?
a haze of confusion rendering me blind
sounds and voices whisper at my ear
they tell me to breathe, be calm my dear
for those who lid and decieved you in hate
they will meet with an unfortunate fate
yet it was not enough to listen to those in my head
and i cried again on the floor where i bled
i smiled at the pitiful thing i had become
and asked once again under the setting sun;
a pain too much, its tearing me apart,
why, when i hurt, do i only hurt in my heart?
why does the time seem to be flying by
and when i think of you, why do i cry?