Yet again there's that familiar sound,
The crows call.
Just another meaningless noise.
In this empty eternity.
Surrounded, by the seemingly endless thick, smothering fog.
So long that's how this world was,
for me until one day I saw
The beautiful sunflower, bringing light into this empty void.
That was you.
Everything was perfect,
I didn't think anything could be better.
Then you started coming home later,
And one night you said we needed to talk.
You spent all this time with him.
You keep going on about how we can still be friends.
But I can't recognize you when I look right in your eyes.
You shot everything we had in the back,
Killed any history between us.
Then I hear that almost forgotten sound
The crows call ringing in my head.
