The loss:

What is this fuss all about,
sometimes I want to run and scream out loud,
why wont you be there and hold me tight?
why wont you be there to make everything right?

Everything we had was in vain ,
cauz out of nowhere you left,
I feel a throbbing pain,
resigned I close my eyes and try to rest.

Unconscious wont claim me,
wont set my mind free,
I open my mouth and whimper a plea:
"Where in the world is the sense to be?"

What is this fuss all about,
sometimes I want to run and scream out loud,
The poison embrace me with a smile,
I lie and laugh as I slowly die.