Nida-H
01-21-2009, 08:28 PM
The moment I die, here I wonder
What will die with me?
The twist of my wrist, the hope in my eyes
Will there be you to miss me?
As the tongues of flame of passion burns
My heart waits and wastes away
Knowing not what it waits for
Will you turn to me, when the game ends?
As a new day would arrive, I'd know
The world holds a thousand keys to knowledge
What then, of I, who know nothing?
As a new tear would fall, I'd ask
You hold the key to my heart
Yet you choose to throw it away
What then, of I, who know not how to move on?
Days arrive and days depart
I don't know when you will see
What is hidden in your heart
When I die, what will die with me?
A part of you, maybe?
What will die with me?
The twist of my wrist, the hope in my eyes
Will there be you to miss me?
As the tongues of flame of passion burns
My heart waits and wastes away
Knowing not what it waits for
Will you turn to me, when the game ends?
As a new day would arrive, I'd know
The world holds a thousand keys to knowledge
What then, of I, who know nothing?
As a new tear would fall, I'd ask
You hold the key to my heart
Yet you choose to throw it away
What then, of I, who know not how to move on?
Days arrive and days depart
I don't know when you will see
What is hidden in your heart
When I die, what will die with me?
A part of you, maybe?