Absense

She is gone, she is gone

And I´m here all alone

I don’t know how to find

And can´t get her out of my mind

In This city of no one

My heart got static like a stone

This place become cold with her outside

I have grown old without her by my side

her books still are on the shelf

The door still open, and I think will be forever

because I need her to find myself

My throat burns with this fever

I´m incomplete. I have just a half,

Of me. And I need to find her

à Lord Byron... onde quer q ele esteja.