Gone

I sit here evaluating the life situations that I encounter
And I wonder if ill ever get a chance to see her
Cause you know, in her eyes I'm dreamer but to me I'm a man whose uncertain wheather he's a lover or a believer

The other day I had a conversation with God
I questioned him about things that I didn't understand and I realised that talk is cheap since supply exceeds demand
This world we live in contains a lot of treasures but if you get tangled up in the wrong things you will never taste its pleasures

This heart of mine has turned cold
The blood that I produce moves through my body like slithering snakes
And then and there she told me that its over but I remember the day she said she'd be there to pick the pieces of my hear when it breaks
And she was gone...
Lost forever or eternally but she left me behing bleeding...intenally