Leave
I stare at the white ceiling
When the fan spins in a circle
with tears drops falling
From the glands in my eyes
the sorrow of loss
buries me six feet deep
with no pain to feel
no emotion to feel
no energy to live
oh, why did you leave
when you made me promise
before I left for...
When the fan spins in a circle
with tears drops falling
From the glands in my eyes
the sorrow of loss
buries me six feet deep
with no pain to feel
no emotion to feel
no energy to live
oh, why did you leave
when you made me promise
before I left for...