Monday, 04 April 2011

So Cold. By Storm Griffiths.

How could you leave me here, now?
Right in a world that's so cold
Nursing a terribly broken, lonely heart
While still having your name, a whisper on my lips.
Hot, heavy tears still running their course.
And the image of you in my head, still vivid.
How could you leave me here, now?
Right in a world that's so cold
The mention of your, still precious, name
Makes me picture you and me
And all that may have possibly been.
That I still very much want to be.
How could you leave me here, now?
Right in a world that's so cold without you.

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