it kills me not to know this
but ive all but just forgotten
what the colour of her eyes were
or her scars and how she got them
as the telling signs of age rain down
a dingle tear is dropping
through the valleys of an aging face
that this world has forgotten
there is no reconcilliation
that will put me in my place
and there is no time like the present
to drink these draining seconds
but seldom do these words ring true
when im constantly failing you
like walls that we just cant break through
untill we dissappear
so tell me know
this aint love then how do we get out?
cos i dont know...
