Didn’t wake up, she was dead, she drowned in a sea of tears, she choked in her own bed. If she was alive, maybe she would understand, why I cry at night, why I fade away... She died on a rainy day, while her so tighten hands tried to push the fears away, but the raindrops shattered her screams, no one heard her beg to stay, she still surmounts my heart, though I don’t feel her here... we are now so far apart, but I see her everyday... the gloomy look in her eyes makes me miserable, sad... but sometimes, really late at night, when the dim sky brings my nightmares home, and my tears remind me everything’s not alright, there’s a sparkle in her eyes that makes it so hard for me to die... yet even harder for me to stay... I always wonder why, They stabbed her that night to death so deep inside, Where no one could help here heal, Not even me, her darkest side.