Foggy Day

I sit alone
outside my room

see nothing but fog
with my feeling clogged

I live among the clouds
high above the crowds

saying my prays
to cease this sky of grey

for the tears I shed
and the laughter I shared

not to stop dreaming yet
happy ends for romeo and juliette

but it is hard
to chase away doubt

when it's easier to let you leave
rather than to deceive

this love is greed
made my heart bleed

and this cold breeze
made this feeling freeze

should I hold on
or moving on?