How pretty, how pretty
You are to me
Bright as the lights in the city
With you I long to be

I would, I would
Buy you flowers to hold
Say the word and I could
Let my love me a mold

For I, For I
May never feel this again
Assure me it’s not a lie
Take us to where love begins

Goodbye, Goodbye
Maybe it was just a dream
Perhaps the flames have died
What else could it mean

Turn on the sounds that wash over my mind,
The sun slips through the windowpanes and past the blinds.
A happy tune on a sunny gloom,
Rise and shine on a catchy line.

Hooked, line and still sinking,
A morning filled with empty thinking.
Tea’s gone cold, barely taste the food anymore,
Everything blurred by the rush of anxiety
Too many things, too many questions, too-- too -- t—

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Turn the music up.  
That's better.

Too scared
Too meek
Too quiet to speak

Pushed to the edge

When the meek
Start to speak

Speak up

Don't Speak

Feel nothing                                            
                                          Say nothing
Be  nothing


I've tried

                                               Feel something
Say something                                          

Be something

I've won

I
have                
                 become

n o n e

It all seemed to go by so quick
Like the second hand on a clock
It felt so surreal like a tick
All I hear is a click, like tock

The morning of seemed so bright
We said goodbye as normal
And then came the night
When everything felt so formal

There was a knock on the door
Followed by the drop of a glass
But it wasn’t the drop of wine that hit the floor
It was tears for feelings that would never surpass

In a few months she would have been a bride
How is it fair for one to be deprived
What more could I have tried
Now the clock is stuck at 4:45

Time itself knew to stand still
So, each day I take a walk
To a little spot up the hill
And each day I sit and stare at the clock

I’ve been here a thousand times
All of which I seen you cry
I’ll ask you what is wrong
But you’ll just sit there on the floor

I would have committed a thousand crimes
Just to see you get up and try
You’ll try to tell me that I’m wrong
But here you are asking me for more

So, I’ll waste a thousand dimes
And never question you why
And I’ll hope you’re not gone long
As I watch you walk out the door

I’ve been here a thousand times
All of which I seen you cry
I ask what is wrong
But you’ll just sit there on the floor

It’s all the same
It all the same
I tell myself over and over
A different night, a different light
Yet I look in the mirror sober
But who’s to blame
Who’s to blame