Starving, hunger within the spirit of thy body.
Confusing, random thoughts of you pierce through my head.

Numb was thy feeling of life in this disgusting world.
So where’s the antidote for my broken soul?
Hundreds and hundreds of needles pinch through my heart
Yet there’s hardly any blood but one tiny drop
Weak and pale that I am, was I ever alive? Am I dried up inside?

Walk down an empty street without a soul
So cold was the wind of the morning chill
Lay by the river of bubbly love
And the tears soon becomes the waterfall
Count backwards from three to one
Listen; can you hear the sound of my beating heart?

Talk to me, for once I’m awake on this raining day
Feel me but don’t let go of your hands
Because I hate the feeling of falling again
Nothing is more important than to watch you dance
With that smile on your gently face
I’d do anything to make you mine again

Starving, hunger within the spirit that dwells in me
Silently, the soul had already left my body