To take control of the situation
To make sure that your heart
Does not get in the way of your actions
And that your actions
Do not get in the way
That you perceive the world..
Easy words to say
But not as easy to follow
The day that the sky grew cold
And the way the night was crimson red
My heart felt subject to all your pain
And nothing could change the throbbing
Pulsing vains of bitter anguish
And upturned nights
Without joy of sleep
All is the same and nothing…
Yet has changed
No words can express sympathy
No way to make you understand
Nothing leads to nothing
And everything is gone
Now that your not here
To hold my hand.
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