Weakness

by Matt   Mar 23, 2006


Everyone is always pointing their finger
Always condemning him to this place
Paced around and wore through the floors
Ten years time is such a drag on the soul
But since he told her what he thought
Every second that passes feels like a thousand years
And with every day that he watches come and go
It's clear that the weight on him is temporary
But hanging on to a weary angel
Every time he talks to her, he chokes
But he can't wait to do it again
Time can't go fast enough, every second feels like hours
He's falling apart, quick, rushed
Breathing in short gasps of broken hope
And looking through eyes of shattered glass
Even the painful mixture of alcohol and Demerol won't fix
It couldn't touch what a minute with her could do
So let the world spin for him, 'round and 'round
And let him suffer in the moments until she comes back
So he can have one last moment where she takes his breath away.

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