It getting cold outside, My soul is getting tired it doesn't want to fight.
I was left right here to die, the man of my dreams, turned worst enemy
I've been waiting here for someone to find me, my soul is aching to be free
but it doesn't want to leave me
What if no one ever finds me
I'm just sitting here, sitting at the base of this tree
Can anybody hear me I'm screaming for someone to find me
Its getting cold outside, My head is hurting and I want to cry
but I already died, My soul has stayed with me
Will anybody ever find me?
I'm right here sitting under this tree
I don't remember getting here
I can feel my fear
This man he came for me he thought that killing me
would set him free
I tried to fight him off I could feel the life leaving me
My soul I begged and pleaded please don't leave me
If someone finds me my soul can run free
but for now we are tied right here to this tree
Its getting cold outside, my head is hurting and I want to die
But all I knew in life slipped away from me that night
My soul is here with me
will anybody ever find me?
I'm right here sitting under this tree
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