Nineteen years of existence, still talking to myself
I lecture on forgiveness
Words in which I speak; even I do not believe
Try to hold my hands, they're broken.
Could I stay until tomorrow ... but I need someone to hold!
The warmth she breathed on me helped me last throughout the night
Now today is tomorrow and yesterday's forgotten
My saviour for an evening, she led me to the light
Lights now blackened and the shades all drawn
Foil on the window blocks out the painful sun
The swallow's song from a once green treetop has ended
The green has turned to black
The roses I gave full of undying love, now withered, have been discarded
Feel my heart ... it's not beating
An empty shell continues to live, however
Time will ease all pain.
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