A Story

 

The stories I had to tell

are muffled by the cold

they were all I had to sell

but shall remain untold

I don't want to go outside

I want to be left alone

with all the dreams that died

before they were known...

there is nothing left to share

no more tears, no more love...

it's all up in the cold air

but it's what you can't get rid of

and the clock strikes eleven

while I'm sitting on the couch

longing to be forgiven

and I slouch and slouch...

I give up and give in to sleep

and as I lay quietly in bed

I realize there's no love nor heat

it was something you said

there's nothing left inside of me

I have no life, I have no time

nothing left for me to see

I'm a victim of a foul crime

you left and never looked back

the tears cut through my face

no one here to pick up the slack

nothing left but an empty space

that will never again be filled

because there is nothing left

what I tore down I can't rebuild

and what you said I cannot forget...