No More

by Oliver Stevenson   Sep 28, 2004


Because of all the pain I caused,
My own heart might as well be mauled,
I cannot do anything right,
I can only just stand for the fight.

Flying away is my only door,
The windows and paths, there are no more,
As I wonder across the land,
I look at when I held your hand.

You’re all alone now, walk through the door,
The last time I did, I lived no more.

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