I wonder if I ever caught someones attention. Even if I was just walking among the crowd, I wonder if they wanted to get to know me or anything like that.
I gave up long ago,
thought you’d never show.
I saw your face shine like the sun,
it glows, thought I’d let this go.
Your depression shows when you talk about home.
You said: “I can’t wait to leave this town and go away on my own”.
And the thought of it shakes all my bones,
in this weak body I used to own.
I can’t do this alone.
Rest now for you lie in the arms of another man hand in hand,
you’re much more safe now,
though compared to these hands that would smother your plans.
I just hope you’re better off.
This time I’m on my own.
I always see you in my sleep,
it goes on and on until I’m waking.
It’s hard to get by these days,
it goes on and on until I’m breaking.
I can’t think of a single thing out there that can soothe,
I’ll just fork my head all day until I can’t move.
sleep is for the weak more like sleep is for a week