In my darkest hour
I sit and watch
Rain, cars or both
Go by my window
And in my darkest hour
I feel the pain in my heart
The lonliness, the darkness
The feeling of unlove
And in my darkest hour
I wonder what its worth
The pain, sorrow, anguish
All for what, I say
And in my darkest hour
I dream of my supposed loves
You and you and you and you
And wonder what its worth
For in my darkest hour
I see that all is dark
Where I decieved myself
I now see naught but dark
For in my darkest hour
All is bared to me
Failings, weaknesses
And my love, not real
In my darkest hour
I wonder if its real
If I really love
Or if I only lust
And in my darkest hour
I see your face again
Knowing that I cannot
Ever touch it again
And in my darkest hour
I lust after your body
Wanting it, loving it
Wanting to touch you all over
And in my darkest hour
I attempt to drown out
My feelings of remose
Of sorrow and of love
For in my darkest hour
I hear many voices
Attempting to drag me down
Away from the course of love
For in my darkest hour
I wonder what is real
If love or hate will come
And if I'll ever be found
Tis my darkest hour
And many more will come
For love can turn to lust
In my darkest hour
