If I wake before I die
please tell them Lord,
at least I tried...
At least I didn’t quit on you
the way you do
when you feel blue
The way you did, back then
and left me
for your den
Which is the crueler of the two?
Pretending that you’re sick again
or
Pretending that it’s me
who spoiled it all?
Remember it was me that caught your fall
Now it’s me that’s paralysed;
I cannot move
My withered heart is crumbling into pieces
now it’s wearing thin
It’s worn away entirely
Just like you and me
Lost forever
dead again
No burial nor re-birth
just the fettered cinders of a love once vibrant
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