The selfish side of me
Brought out the good in you.
Out to wander free,
Yet there's nothing I can do.
It tore my heart to pieces
When I saw you turn and leave.
I know you had your reasons,
But no less does it bereave.
I'm sitting in my chair,
Reading by the window,
I wish that I were there,
But still I'm here alone.
In my house it rains.
The water wets the pages.
I'm looking out the panes,
And I'm drifting through my stages.
The anger, blooming first,
Followed closely by regret;
This feeling is the worst.
Should we have ever met?
Next I burn with sorrow
All throughout the week.
Will it be this way tomorrow?
How can I fall asleep?
When the morning dawns,
I can't get out of bed.
Still I'm holding on
With the hope that you're not dead.
What's there left to say?
Farewell had come too soon.
I still remember how you played
In what was once your room.
I can still remember when
We fell across each other;
How I took you as my kin,
And how you called me mother.
Time is passing by...
The air, it feels so cold...
I'm letting out a sigh...
I'm growing far too old.
Through the passage of the years,
Through the silence of my home,
I can't deny the gripping fears
Of you still out there on your own.
If you're still alive somewhere,
There will come a time
You will realize deep inside your heart:
I was always by your side.