My tears cling to my face,
Scared to leave it,
To be alone,
As I am now.

My protection has been removed,
My insides are bared,
And the wind is ripping at me,
The cold air,
The dust and dirt infecting,
As I stand here,
Completely unaware,
But so painfully alive,
Feeling everything,
You're all I want,
You're all I need,
And I gave it up,
I am aware,
So confusingly aware,
And how can I stand here by you,
And not be moved by you,
Would you tell me how could it be any better then this?
How can I stand here?
What could I do?
What should I do?
How could it be any better then this?