31 May 2012
As I look around, Not much to be found, Sitting here alone, On my own, Watching the disappearing crowd.
My fingers are numb, Hearts frozen over, Soul of ice, Words of concise, And tonight my broken heart will have to suffice.
I didn't want this to happen - honestly, Sometimes it's hard for me to define - reality, Back and forth - The war went on, And in the end - No one won, So I guess we're equal, The world has two more lonely people.
Two More Lonely People • Opuss № I