The rip of clothes being escaped from the lonely bedroom
takin away from the scare of terrified hearts
trying too hard
caring too little
makeing a scene
falling apart
ending up a screaming nightmare of what used to be
all that is good has dissapeared
can u make whats left of me stand still
my shivers have thrown away a peice of me
grab hold , and grasp whats left
tommrow may be to late
for i have tooken a terribly beating
to what means most
i have not yet felt the touch of your warming hands
for so long ive waited and waited
past tommrow and past yesturday
its all past no future
so i must go where it takes me
a long journey a short walk
to get away, and get near
from and to everwhere
wherever it is i shall follow'
