I sit there in the dark
My demons travelling 'round me
My head in my hands.
And I can hear my father's voice
Telling me what a screw-up I am;
a disgrace to the family name.
And a hoarse, hopeless chuckle leaves my lips.
Maybe he was right
All this time.
Because this time
I lost what was most important to me
I lost my heart, my love.
I can see her there in front of me
Stark blue eyes,
thin, delicate lips
And the final way she looked at me
The final words out of her mouth.
I scoff, take a drink,
Throw the glass and watch it shatter against the wall.
Maybe she never loved me.
Maybe...
But God! That didn't stop me
from loving her.