Dying With The Breeze
I know you think nobody loves you,
At times you feel all alone,
But believe me, that isn’t true,
The real you will be shone.
These thoughts that flooded your head,
I didn’t have a clue,
Well you lay there hopeless on your bed,
I don’t know what to do.
I feel if I say the wrong thing,
You may get offline,
So we can stop communicating,
And I’ll let you cry.
If I let your tears stream down,
What kind of a friend would I be?
The kind who didn’t hear the sound,
Of you dying with the breeze.
Based on you.
At times you feel all alone,
But believe me, that isn’t true,
The real you will be shone.
These thoughts that flooded your head,
I didn’t have a clue,
Well you lay there hopeless on your bed,
I don’t know what to do.
I feel if I say the wrong thing,
You may get offline,
So we can stop communicating,
And I’ll let you cry.
If I let your tears stream down,
What kind of a friend would I be?
The kind who didn’t hear the sound,
Of you dying with the breeze.
Based on you.