Junkies hang outside the window
Broken glass carpets the sidewalk
Sorrowful tears flood the hallways
What is left in these corridors
But the feeling of letting go?
You can talk all you want
But your pretty words
Won’t save me now
Lie through your teeth
Saying you care as you shove
A fallen angel to the floor
Drag her through a garden of thorns
Bleed her dry of life and hope I walk
A tight rope between hate and despair.
See you in hell, I’ll be waiting there
You look dreadful dear but...
A little makeup won’t hide the tears
Or mask that overwhelming fear
I’ve got no tomorrow but yesterday, she says
Proceeds to declare herself dead to the world
That could’ve turned its back on both of us
But the light shone on me instead
(c) Richard Rowell 2007