Some days the monotony
is comfortable...
I've been struggling with these choices,
'cause these choices make no sense...
Is this war, it can't be love,
what was before, it never was...
I will always be in love with her
In such a way that I cannot, and will not...
In the quiet of her bedroom
while the four small children sleep...
Static falls like snow
Dead air radio crowds my ears...
I'm so sick of fighting,
my love is unrequiting...
Thrown in the corner
Used up...
Somehow, when the lights fade, and the sun...
The hidden shadows watch me beneath my windowsill...
Room full of echoes
Every thought cuts like glass...
We were almost forever.
So close it hurt...
Someday, when I die
All will be forgotten...