In my hour of need, you're not there.
And though I reached out for you,
You wouldn't lend a hand.
It feels so cold, very cold.
Did you ever think I get lonely,
That I needed love?
Did you ever think to stop thinking?
You'll never know how hard I tried.
Things will be better when I'm dead.
Don't try to understand,
Knowing you, I'm wrong.
How I lived my life for you,
Still you turned away
Now as I die for you,
My flesh still crawls as I breathe your name
Yearning to be held by you,
Consumed by the pain, Won't you hold me again
You laughed, HA! HA!......*itch!
This good thing passed away,
In my darkest hour.
Copyright ©2003 Eric E Ellison