This is it ends.
This was how it ends, my friend...
I'm living in beige in this box
Where you've pigeon-holed me...
All seems different in our abode
The air boreal, denser...
Of the many wars I face
The hardest of them all...
Hand in hand with summer rays
The ice spins frozen dew...
With the lies that fall
so smoothly off your lips...
In this 32 degree fahrenheit
alley of life...
Please, I’ll forget about us tomorrow
As I still want to lie longer in our bed...
It takes time to mend a broken heart
all damage its been through...
You're down to your lucky
you put it to your lips and strike up that old...
Ink bled as I wrote what's on the inside,
Soul was crushed I couldn't hide...
One more night falls delicately in the horizon..
And While others sleep I start rising...