And so she sits, at the window alone
Looking at something not quite forlorn
What it is that she sees, as she searches the skies
Nobody knows for the viels in her eyes
He used to come after midnight till dawn
Fading away like a warm summers breeze
at the first crest of light to symbolize morn
Softens your heart, releases the freeze
Begs you for trust,
Then makes you bleed
Still she finds herself caught
In the webs of his mind,
and just keeps goin back
each and every time
A sworn promise or was it a lie
why does it hurt so
when he says goodbye?