I am scratching my skin.
Trying to get the feeling off of me.
This vast room filled with nothing but air.
My heart beats every time the mind sound your name.
It's so hard,I feel it might explode.
I know a scream would not get to you.
I can only hope a whisper could.
Trust the wind will blow it to your ears.
Is it so wrong for me to hope ?.
For that one chance.
For that one shot.
I have nothing left of you but memories.
A weird face.
Loneliness has never struck me so deep.
Maybe because,I used to have you.
I am crucified by my own thoughts.
Nailed down by the split images.
The you I've hoped for.
The same you I've lost.
I just want you to want me.