he says he has none, but i see the brushes stroke from his imagination
Alone in his bathroom he'll sit and draws pictures on his walls
Singing a sad melody filling the room with cold air
The breeze blows inside from the bathroom window
That was left open as she climbed out, not looking back
Humming the same sad melody.
She sits at her computer typing words away that will never be read
Listening to the sweet sound of his favorite band
And she remembers the warm sunny day when he gave her that song
But now he is gone and he is left to fight a war that serves greed's purpose
A song she never loved.
He lays in a bed cold from the emptiness that surrounds him
Silence takes over the night
Sirens blare his cry
He crushes his head into his pillow, remembering her face
As if, she was looking at him,
Only a pillow away.
And she remembers the warm sunny day when he gave her that song
But now he is gone and he is left to fight a war that serves greed's purpose
A song she never loved.
He lays in a bed cold from the emptiness that surrounds him
Silence takes over the night
Sirens blare his cry
He crushes his head into his pillow, remembering her face
As if, she was looking at him,
Only a pillow away.
