So far away, left in the dark.
Alone and withering.
Alone again, with only my memories.
Cheap red wine warms my heart, but not without a price.
With yesterday's angels looking down on me.
Hanging on, hanging on by the last bit of my soul.
A somber velvet cry leaves my lips, and forgotten questions goes unheard.
Do I matter anymore?
Where do I belong?
Will it always be this way?
