Whenever (?) you’re leaving me 
Please [bad word] emptiness in 
Slowly ravin in the rhythm of breathin’ 
The only ways you can’t win 

Tidal wave over vacuous(?) ocean 
All that is left as an icon 
For all my disturbed cognition 
Will be gone with the dawn 

Allow abuse (?) along season changing 
Dance of time as it fades 
old aquaintance [bad word] to strange 
and again memories die of old age 
And it’s so sad 
? 
New life ? ways to before 
Spring the soil to saw the four winds (?) 
No longer seeking tomorrow (?)