You could have skipped the band,
Tired of sitting on the ground,
Tired of writing letters,
Your hand will never find
I'm in deeper than you think,
I'm silenced by my own despair,
Beautiful action motion shot,
- a soul that once could care
I'm torn down by your thinking,
I seam to smear my own,
My past inevitably haunting
- The fragrant grave in which I roam
But I cannot simply breathe you see,
I choke on my own dignified indifference,
You get me close to being me,
A penalty I cannot pay your sovereigns
You couldn't rescue me,
Alas' and how you tried,
In a darkened room you search for me,
But love, my love, our love has died.
