She drew a grave at the sound of your voice,
Her heart beating so fast she couldn't feel no more,
The nights she looks up at the sky
To find there is nothing there,
And she knows she owes you an explanation
My friend,
Not that you care.
She cried last night,
Not knowing why she just couldn't go on just like you
And smile at the blinding sun.
Instead,
She melts in the pouring rain,
Listening to an old CD
That you put on
That first war night.
And I try, I swear I try.
Your lips are sealed
Putting a barrier to words,
Let me tell you,
That both my heart
Does not exist no more.
Then why did she cry that night
After hearing your sound
If there is no heart?
Are there answers to be unfolded?
Are there secrets behind shut doors?
She sometimes wished she could fall asleep
Staring into an empty sky.