My thoughts wonder,
And they sting me like a frozen lash.
They seem broken and twisted,
Like a bad car accedent.
I hold onto my heart with both hands,
But it just keeps on falling.

My body is empty,
With no soul inside.
My soul is out flying somewhere,
And I am so jealus of it.
For I know it feels just fine,
But I do not.

I just sit here and cry.
Listening to sad songs,
And hoping, praying,
That my Norah Jones to ask me to come away,
But she has not come into sight yet.