The Days Are Gone When You Held My Hand

Every night I ask myself,
What am I really seeking?
Something that I could not find.

I lost my direction
I lost my wings
I lost my harbour
I lost my purpose

Every night when the birds are asleep,
It's the time that I think of you.
Time passing, people leaving
The world is not what I imagined it to be,
and you are no longer here with me.

I do not want to grow up
I do not want to change
I do not want to listen
I do not want to wait anymore

Every night I hope for it to rain,
As the coldness engulfs me,
Down goes into the darkest pit.
Spiraling, swirling,
The empty void awaits.


Once you said to me,
'I wanna grow old with you.'.
Now I could only smile,
as words of coldness eats me up,
Let's just be friends.