Lonely hands trembling in
The darkest hours of the night.
Tears gently strolling down
The cheeks of a girl.
Whose heart has been shattered.
Lying awake,
Thinking of he who had drowned
Her with sorrow.
As she silently drifts to sleep,
He fills her thoughts.
She dreams of better days.
As if he is there next to her,
She reaches out,
Only to find herself,
Although she is lost.
When the night bleeds into the morning,
She rises.
Only to be killed by a hopeless,
Lost love.