She's not here anymore

Screaming out into a void
won't do me much good.
Trying to get through to you,
well, like I ever could.
Listen to the things I do,
not do the things I say.
I'm crying on the inside,
even though I carry out my role
the way I know I'm supposed to.

She's not here anymore,
she left when you entered the room.
She couldn't stand it any more,
she got stabbed by your betrayal,
she got shot down by your remarks.
She cried in you arms.
She got hurt from your betrayal:
She died from you loving her

And nothing I do seems to matter,
no talents I have seem to do.
It seems som easy for you to just freeze up:
Stone face, tough words, hard fists -
so unsatisfied in everything I do.

She's not here anymore,
she left when you entered the room.
She couldn't stand it any more,
she got stabbed by your betrayal,
she got shot down by your remarks.
She cried in your arms.
She got hurt from your betrayal:
She died from you loving her.

Well, how's that for a depressing start for this blog? This is a song I wrote. It has a melody. I like to play this song on my piano when I am home alone. Maybe I should play it when I'm not alone. For a better effect. Maybe. Or maybe not.