I walk through this city,

without much of a purpose.

Hand in hand I go with the strangers of the night,

street lamp light burning bright.

Four more hours and the sky will set fire,

as the dawn breaks through.

 

This restless mind,

wont let these eyes stay closed.

I am not sure where this road goes,

but I am going to be wherever it ends up.

If I have any luck,

I can find what I have lost on my way there.

Just maybe, if the stars have decided to make amends with me,

I will lose that part of me,

that does not know how to let go.

 

Walking in front of dead buildings,

with cold cars parked in front.

I wonder what the person,

that lives in the pitch black room,

is dreaming about.

When they dream,

do they hold their lover tight?

Do they tell them,

that they love them every night?

or is it just a photograph,

and an empty house,

that they have to remember someone by?

Or, do they even dream at all?

and, I, dont know.

 

I have all I need in my pocket,

to continue this slow walk away,

from my life.

A folded picture,

with creases and fingerprints,

and the letter you wrote me,

That told me you would never let go.

I dont see you on this lonely road.

I cant hear your voice calling,

somewhere faintly,

in the distance of the intersection.

 

The streetlights sway in the wind,

glowing green.

They tell me to let go.

They tell me to leave my heart on this road,

where I have left many memories.

Deposited without care,

into the soil of this ground.

Words from our conversations,

linger hot and heavy in the air.

Every moment of happiness,

is met with one of sorrow.

I dont know if I can face tomorrow,

draped in this guilt.

Would one more word, have stopped you?

Would just one kiss, have made you think twice?

If I had told you, from the deepest bottom of my heart,

that I am lost without you,

would you have believed me then?

If I was to appear outside of your window,

singing our song to the stars that hang on your window sill,

would it have made a difference?

 

You tell me I am your best friend.

That word settles in the bottom of my stomach,

and sends a sickening ripple effect,

throughout this corpse.

My hands are shaking, as I am holding the phone.

I try to control my voice,

but you can hear the tears.

 

You tell me you love me,

I bet you do.

You love me like a friend,

like a best friend.

When she makes you cry,

I am the first voice you want to hear.

I tell you how much I love you,

unlike I did before.

The sound of your voice warms my heart,

and ceases the sickness that your words caused.

Tomorrow, she will be on her knees.

You will look down at her,

and forget everything.

But this heart of mine, cant forget so easy,

what I wish it would.

 

On this road,

maybe I will find,

what it takes to finally forget.

This heart does not want to let you go,

the tears fall now onto this lonely road.

A trail of tears,

to mark my path.

I am lost in this world,

without you to hold in my arms.

To kiss on the cheek,

to hear your heart beating,

as I lay my head on your chest.

 

On this road,

maybe I will find,

the answers to my questions.

 

Or maybe,

at the end of the road,

I will find you waiting for me.