Waiting at the shore

Don't want to cry no more

Wrapped my tears in a paper bag

Without any reasons to brag

I run through an empty highway

Where I never saw a fray

I leave the wasted tar

To someone, somewhere far

The dew I now drink

Comes from the nervous blink

The flower I knew is gone

Dried, wasted and forlorn

With no seed left to revive

A relationship so dried

I look forward to the end of the road

Trying to find a trace of the lost gold

I turn and look back

Close my eyes to the track

Creak with my teeth to the wind

Empty, lost and grinned

Tied to the shredded heart

Taken like some impart

I plunge into my personal oblivion

To gather the heart broke legion.