When he left you, you were dead,
Oh, inside you lived, body and all,
but your pretty soul had disappeared.

There you sit, crying into your now lonely bed,
with little tears of crystals swimming around your head
and here I stand, holding your hand.

Why cry, little one?
Why die little one?
Life is nothing but a dream.

Why cry, little one?
Why die little one?
Life is nothing but a dream.

It hurts me, it maims me.
I care, but you act as if it's air
but here you lie, hands in mine, before me.

Your too late, I moved on, and I'm alive.
You're full of hate, your hearts taken a dive.

Why cry, little one?
Why die little one?
Life is nothing but a dream.

Broken and Bleeding, his smile still misleading
Over it all, I knew he was misgiving
your hurt, yet you ignored me.

An I stand and as I begin to move away-

I

AM

LEAVEING!