Sunday, January 25, 2004

I'm waiting for an answer, but all you do is stare.
I wish you would acknowledge me, just so I'd know you care.
I look into your eyes but there is no emotion there.
I might as well be screaming at the cold and bitter air.

I watched as all the love you had grew cold and turned to ice.
If I told you the world was ending, would you still say "that's nice"?
He tore a hole into my heart with one world-ending slice
But still you think that losing it was my own sacrifice.

It's so easy for you to say, but impossible to forget.
You'd remember this forever, if you'd been his helpless pet.
It's a different kind of tragedy; I'm no Juliet,
And finally I've told you; is silence all I get?