Dreaming of the past I weep.
Knowing you're not there anymore,
I creep
Up
Up to the window of which you sleep.
And you dream
In harmony
To the beat
Of your own heartbeat
Along with me.
But you don't see
That I weep,
For you are asleep.
A dead sleep.
A lifeless sleep.
A lonely sleep.
A whispering death,
Of which I designed for myself
But instead of you, I weep
For my loss of you.
I didn't want to hurt you...
I didn't want to...
I wish I didn't leave the poison
Out on the counter,
Because not only me,
But you also creep
Through the house at night.
You found your relief
That was meant for me,
And you took it from me...
But why am I sad that your gone?
I should be sad
That you took my chance
To die from me.
But instead I feel bad
About you being gone?
This doesn't make sense...
Why would you leave me behind?
Why would you leave me to rot away,
Still alive but not living?
It was my chance, not yours.
Why would you leave me
To rot alone like this?
Why would you leave me behind?
