Walk

A cold winter's day,
the sunset is red with pain...

I'm left with nothing to say,
for my heart's been finally slain.

The sun hides behind a string of clouds,
the kind that look like forgotten old shrouds.

My breath fogs as it touches the cold air,
my heart is broken, it's so hard to inhale...

I did nothing but care,
I did nothing but love, alas to no avail.

Long black overcoat, hands in my pockets,
Collar turned up, eyes in sullen sockets.

I'm on a dirt road, brown and grey,
I'm out of warmth with nothing left to say.

It's all in slow motion, I want it this way,
for one last chance, to stop me this day.

I want you to follow,
I want you to stop me,
I want you to care,
I want you to want me,

I look over my shoulder, I'm walking away,
hoping that you'll say you want me to stay.