I have had those “thoughts”,
And have tried to carry out those “thoughts”,
And when I can’t see or hear, I am at rest,
When I can’t feel
Concrete walls once grey,
Lathered in red dismay,
Silly little hopes
Locked up in your throat;
Another sodden chapter,
Another rotten ‘Happily Ever After’,
No consistency in the way you swagger,
Cheap talks, nothing’s all the matter.
For love me now, for love me then,
Tainted love, never again.
No windows, no doors,
Sticky hope for that call,
Someone or something,
Ready to break in.