Waiting for Death to Walk Upon

She's not gonna come back
A lesson he should learn
It's over and long finished
Lost love is what he yearns

He found another way
To forget all his worry
Drag after drag, sip after sip
Everything he looks at is merry

Rolling, he smiles and cries
The cloudy smoke takes him far away
Solitude his only companion
Scribbles what he always wanted to say

They'd be forever, he thought
Paradise he needs and seeks
Craving to see and touch her again
Smiles, as tears roll down his cheeks

Everything surreal he finds it here
A dream, a world of their own
Holding onto her sweater he weeps
Pain is diluted, yet he mourns

Years have passed since she left
Countless Bottles he finished and frets
Now, nothing to lose or win
Passes out, because a teensy happiness he gets

Friends have left and gone
No one knows about the pain he hides
Claiming he's an addict, his parents too left
Upon asking about it, he grins and lies

One more joint he rolls, another sip he takes
One more month passes without her smile
Looking windward he giggles
Wants someone to hold him for a while

Waiting for someone to fix him
Now he's free and doesn't mourn
Unconsciously he lays in his vomit
Waiting for death to walk upon