Questions more questions
Run round in my head
No answers solutions
Illusions instead
As I walk alone
And I picture the past
The very beginning I ask yes I ask
Chorus:
The face may be gone
But the scent lingers on
Don’t deny
No place can I go
My hopelessness shows in my eyes
Questions more questions
Never ending they seem
My passion my heart
Ripped out at the seams
Like a jigsaw in pieces
I have all the parts
To put them together
More a feat than a task
Questions…
Chorus
Where can I go
I remember so well
Like a child sees the past
You rejected my passion
Ripped out my heart
Questions, questions
Tormenting myself
Disillusioned and broken
Like a toy on a shelf
Like a child in the corner