Believe me I've felt the warm touch of a mothers grace And the liquid that trickles down my throat Though it swirls in my belly and warms my bones It could never thaw out my soul like those that loved me most. And I know there's no romance to be found in an empty glass Just another dose of paralysis to keep me comfortable With the idea of shivering in bed (under paper thin sheets) Whilst the world outside the shutters grows And moves on without me.
After all no one ever saw me as a heaven sent Just a shy anxious kid who was left to a world that hates With an eye keen enough to notice the beautiful things That lie tucked and hidden away Within the melancholy blur of life's great haze Because where you only saw the dirt I saw the chance to sow seeds into the man I was becoming Where you only saw broken pieces I saw the will to make them fit Oh god I can't wait to reach that autumn day Where we are smiling at faded photographs Knowing all the pieces fit into place And childhood was just a game Where death felt closer and closer Each and every day.