In my Darkest Hour

In my darkest hour I see him walking away
In my darkest hour I see what could have been tomorrow, even yesterday
I see a woman who is obsessed with thoughts of being hurt
I see a woman whom has locked herself down for no good, too much regret

In my darkest hour, I hear no angels surround
In my darkest hour, I hear no heart beats except my own, beating alone
I see a woman who is driven by fear and tears
I see a woman whom has allowed the man she loves to disappear

PkS © 2005