Tekster: Carrier (The). One Year Later. Stranded.

I remember you walking out the door about a year to give it up all for a shot in the dark. Life is plagued with hours of meaningless work. The mistakes I've made I must my live with but at this point I'm not sure how long that'll be. Fifteen minutes away, two thousand miles astray, you left me like a ghost town to fall and decay. I'll be stranded on my own. I'll be left to die. I was in love with just the idea of you but we haven't spoken in so many nights. My mind is now blank where knowledge could be my heart now has a hole were your love could be. Not being able to think is killing me. The color has been ripped straight from my heart. Now I'm just straight bleeding blue