How many more tears must I cry
before the pain inside me dies?
How many times must I relive the memories
which betray my fears?
When will I have someone to hold
to care for me, like I did he?
What if there’s nobody left and I’m left
all alone, on my lonesome and out on a limb?
Who knows?...No really, WHO?
Cos I’m losing the will and the patience
Not willing to sit and be cast on the shelf
like the others
I’m not being selfish, but maybe I’m blind?
Is there any left of my kind?
Who knows?
Really, who knows?
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