Do I cry at night?
Do I lie and fight?
Ask me another one
Do I sit back and watch pain inflicted without cause?
I wish I had three hands,
And answer your questions.
What do you think?
Do I mourn the loss of you in my cold bed?
Do I cry for you in the rain?
Do I sing for you in the train?
Do sit in pain and reminisce all the good times we shared?
Tell me how many tears does a man have to cry
To prove his love to you oh Cinderella?
How many years do I have to wait in the rain?
With three hands I could hold you
Hold you closer
Hold you tight that u would have no alternative but to stay by my side
Forever if it still exists…
Through my window I can see it is growing dark outside
The birds have stopped rejoicing
Its time to retreat to their warm nests
And it’s yet another fabulous moment for me
To sit back relax and nurse my wounds
Wounds inflicted without cause
By a caring soul
A soul that once shared in my dreams..
Dreams about happiness,
That has now found another dwelling,
Another prey to devour,
Another unsuspecting victim,
Some few months later,
Will be harmonizing my tune,
A tune my lungs have worn out singing,
A tune I would rather not sing given an alternative
You will never hear me sing it
You will only conduct me on
Coz it’s sweet music to your beautiful ears
Listen on and enjoy yourself…
But I wont sing for long,
I wont wait for long
I wont cry for long,
Lungs grow weary,
Tear ducts run dry.