#zansue

She's crying on your shoulder And you just want to hold her To kiss away her pain Dance so she smiles again On a cold September night 

Now it's your turn to be sad And she tried but you're mad As she whispers soft words You pretend you hadn't heard And you continue to sulk

She's quieter now Not wondering how You're doing or feeling Wanting or needing Because you pushed her away

This final verse Doesn't contain a hearse But great sorrow For tomorrow When they will say their last goodbye 

She closes her eyes from the rest of the world, She slowly counts to ten. Faster than the eyes can see she twirled And won’t open her eyes again.

She never opens her eyes to view the sea, She slowly counts to ten. Her hands trail the sand, as delicate as can be And she misses her opportunity again.

She opens her eyes and sees nothing but black, She slowly counts to ten. For she has missed something, something which she lacks That won’t ever come back again.

Stinging eyes Beating heart Pulsing veins Lips will part Gush of breath Quickening beat Sweaty palms Increased heat Intense stare Hold on tight Everything is going to be All right.

The walls are crashing around you And there’s no way out Their words are like knives Leaving deep cuts of doubt.

They keep putting you down. They tear you soul apart. They get a kick out of This awful, mean black art. They do it every day And they’ve got no clue; The effect they have That makes you say fuck you.

But alas you wouldn’t Say something so crude. So you passively accept it And continue to brood.