Lying on my bed alone in the dead of the nightnTorturing myself with thoughts of hernLike a silent breeze of poisonous air, the sorrow comesnAll those memories of better times fill my mindnHow little I understood back in those daysnNow, when all is gone, I can see the value of everything that I have lostnStill, her eyes are haunting me when I try to sleepnIn the silence of the night, I hear her voicenI know the day won't come that I am done with this longingnA night like this, I wish I could find my way out of this worldnNo matter how hard I try to forget and clear my mindnThe sorrow comesnI know I should move forward and give something new a chancenBut I am unable to break these bonds of what once used to benSometimes I can't help thinking there is only one way outnThrough my own sorry death, in the hands of Azraelnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn