
Without you, life’s a bitter thing.
The roads of morning are all closed tight,
And every dark night feels longer than light...
These drinks just push my friends away,
No one hears the drunk man say.
Each song reveals an aching scar,
Each note brings sorrow from near and far...
No one hears my silent plea,
The blade still lives inside of me.
No break from longing, no night's reprieve,
No moment’s peace where I can breathe...
If I had the chance again,
Still I’d never curse your name.
Just two words echo in my flame:
“Without you, I can’t remain.”
I couldn’t end it, though I try,
You’d cry—I can’t just let you die.
Each time a train's scream hits my ear,
A soft goodbye burns sharp and clear...