

The empty halls are growing cold
Another day of growing old
Without you here to hold my hand
I'm sinking deep in shifting sand
And every tick of the clock is a knife
Cutting away at the edge of my life (screaming inside)
I'm dying slowly every day
Since you packed and walked away
Left alone inside this room
Wrapped up in this heavy gloom
(no hope left)
Your picture sits
beside the bed
A constant ghost inside my head
I count the
hours,
I trace the dust
My iron heart begins to rust
I'm dying slowly every day
Since you packed and walked away
Left alone inside this room
Wrapped up in this heavy gloom
(no hope left)
Just a shadow...
Just a ghost...
Every single day...