The Words You Hide, Pt. 3

Melody, where are you gone? If I lift my head … what will I see?
Look up, look up now … No sound but only icy wind … again, again, again …
Thoughts — here you stay … still the same, day by day
I hope those thoughts I bear will not divert your way
Then I stare at you, do you see it? Do you see it?
Worn out … look down … weak as I am …
Worn out … can’t go on like this … no more …