Dead Soul

Fell again,
broken and weary,
unable to just let this go.
Even though my love desintegrates,
some part of me lingers on to hope.
I'm cold, alone.
I'm just a person on my own.
I know you can not give
what you don't have.
Can not feel what isn't there.
Nothing means a thing to me,
nothing left to dream about.
So I fell again,
on to the demise of my soul.