lonelyLonely sitting in this overcrowded room
thoughts so explosive they threaten to kill me
swept away in the memory of what good love used to be
but hurting not sure if to let go or wait and see
if good love will come back to me.
Now I just sit here remembering the days
the nights, when we first met and you held me
held me tight,like you never wanted yo let me go,like no tomorrow
nights you made love to me, kiss me so very passionately,
take me out to eat, open the door and hug me.
how do you bury something that's dead
I love you with all of me but i really can't see
can't see pass the negativity, the way you can't even look at me
its dead, I can see now, strangers in the night
waiting for everyone to leave.