some escape some door to open this path seems the blackest but i guess it's the soonest but there in the clearing i know you'll be wearing your young aching smile and waving your hand can't go with my heart when i can't feel what's in it i thought you'd come over but for some reason you didn't glass on the pavement under my shoe without you is all my life amounts to
a final sleep no words from my cutting mouth to your ear or taut wicked pinches from my fingers to your bitter face that i can't heal i know tomorrow you will be somewhere in london living with someone you've got some kind of family there to turn to and that's more than i could ever give you
a chance for calm a hope for freedom outlet from my cold solitary kingdom by the forest of our spring stay where you walked away and left a bleeding part of me empty and bothered watching the water quiet in the corner numb and falling through without you what does my life amount to?