I'm walking, lonely, down the street,
November, rain, the trees are bare.
Neon flickers, something sweet,
is promised here, but
I don't care.
Construction cranes climb in the skies
in greyish clouds and no-one's there,
old houses stood here, memory lies -
not anymore though.
I don't care.
Those plans we had, when last we laughed
our dreams, so powerful and fair!
Now we know though, it was for naught,
its one year later;
I don't care.
It's not as if you hadn't tried
to live, I know, since, I was there,
but in the end you lost that fight.
I did live on, but
I don't care.
Still, in my dreams I hear you laugh,
as I play childish, with your hair.
Within my mind you are still tough,
this is not real, though
I don't care.
More sleep than wake, I spend my day,
- to seek you, when I'm not there,
in this world though, I fade away.
It doesn't matter,
I don't care.
Soon I will be, with you, again.
Just a small step, if I, dare?
With you, forever, if I can.
No longer here though -
I'll be there!