Never Going Back

I walk these empty streets,

Black hood shadowing my face.

My arms wrapped around me.

I roam around, I've lost my place.

So these roads open up.

They've become my home.

All I have, is what I wear,

And a noiseless phone.

I still am waiting,

For your call and tell,

Tell me to come back,

And leave behind this hell.

But I wait in vein,

As I pass my reflection,

In the puddled ground,

I see my lifeless complexion.

That isnt who I was,

I was happy and light,

Now I'm dead,

Losing the strength to fight.

Still no word from you,

Waiting in the black,

I'm never going home,

Never going back.