Nobody came to my funeral
As the heedless wind swirled the withered leaves, And the heavens wept upon the grass, Nobody came to my funeral. Was it the sorrows I laid upon
As the heedless wind swirled the withered leaves, And the heavens wept upon the grass, Nobody came to my funeral. Was it the sorrows I laid upon

As the noise of Manchester fades, I stand—still at war with time. Another year, another age, and I am determined





The bewildered night settles into silence, where my thoughts wander—

As the heedless wind swirled the withered leaves, And the heavens wept
I would tear it apart if it were paper, but what a pity—it is my hea
Solitude is a cherished gift until it turns into torment. Silence is a
The bewildered night settles into silence, where my thoughts wander—
The girl stood at the edge of the platform, tall
As the naked tree of early spring,I remain—waiting to be wrapped in
This hometown is a stranger to me in your absence. The scent of flower
I was a tree, stripped bare by autumn winds;and you were the spring th
I lived tortured by my past,Desperately searching for answers in the f
Another lonely night, where I’m joined by Manchester rain, disguisin
Stranded at the depth of my actions,backstabbed by trust and slain by