walking alone along the streets
whispering my own silent words
reaching out for one hope to the birds
nothing is what you've heard
I'll be dead by the time you've finally found out
it's you that my whispers are all about
but i still have my douts
your standing there upon the bright beacon watching you
infront of the sun
my voice cannot be heard from you
just the stereotype and personallity is present
my heart of what you've bent
this unwanted denied message that i have sent
you've left your last dent
but i still walk where you've went
walking here along the streets i can still smell your 
scent
i know you were here
i stop and place my hand on my chest
taunting your last move
maybe its just me or am i just lost without you...