These empty walls scream so loud.
Memories of the late nights fill them now.
I look at the surrounding dark shroud.
This has to end at some point, some how.
I look at my phone, waiting to hear your voice.
Praying to see your name on the screen.
I know you're free to make your own choice,
but the hurt is so bad, I just want to scream!
I'm hanging on by a small, thin thread.
That some day I'll be free of this blinding haze
but until then, I will suffer through this dread
to when i find a better, much brighter day
These walls will remain empty
even though they scream at me I'll stay
There is no place I'd rather be
than by your side until my final day.