only calling on the days I could cover this truth
I lost the music in my voice, I’m sure you heard it
I stayed in my room, and slept, and couldn’t bear it
Some days I felt nothing, and only fed my shadow
in my tunnel of sorrows a ghost train of ruined memories
the spirits of regret making me jump from my thin skin.
When you feel worthless and wrong, you will never guess
just how long a minute takes to pass
in my tunnel of sorrows a ghost train of ruined memories
the spirits of regret making me jump from my thin skin.
When you feel worthless and wrong, you will never guess
just how long a minute takes to pass
Your voice was so far away, that day
your words skirting round me like concerned bees -
Who am I when I am not myself.
I don’t know if you can be my dearest old friend
If I’m now somebody else.
your words skirting round me like concerned bees -
Who am I when I am not myself.
I don’t know if you can be my dearest old friend
If I’m now somebody else.
I am sorry I could not wait for the day
the poetry would peep through the curtains again
and make me smile again
the poetry would peep through the curtains again
and make me smile again
I’m so sorry I was drowning as I waved goodbye.
© S. O. Fasrus
