Watching raindrops on the window,
fading like memories of days gone by,
I listen to the sound of the wind blow,
and all I can do is cry.
Faded photographs on walls surround me,
of happy days, now in the past,
I want to run, want to break free,
want feelings I had to fade fast.
When I think of you a tear runs down my cheek,
which I then wipe away in an instant,
with you I felt I had reached my peak,
now I am feeling quite different.
You have gone and left me alone,
so all I can do is sit and cry,
wish I could pick up the telephone,
and just ask you one question, why?
Adding your comment: