Echo

this is my life, what I am
left desolate, against the wall, pressed back
hard into life
out toward you returning, you turned away
leaving me here, with an oath unkept hanging in the air
to become broken, twisted beyond reason with pain
this is my life, hated, deserted, crushed in the world made
why do you hate me, why
saying you
you would always be here, here by my side though I was blind
but now I speak with tears into the night
and there is no one, no one who hears
the echo of your words I try to trace a path with my own
and find my way home, but there is no one, no one
who hears
and I can't understand why you hate me
and in my heart, I try to find something, something
but there is no one, no one
who hears