| And as the days go by you rub away at me and peel back the pages of my skin Soon I shall be raw,sore and broken as you undo me so you have undone me again And I am me and you are you and we are nothing I am broken And your hands are too small to gather me up so I fall through the cracks of your fingers every day a little more Then what's left is the black side the dark side The spiteful Sharpe bits like the leftovers of a roast chicken Photos of us are in the shadows overcast by clouds Our hands held strong covered by darkness sat with the what ifs and could of been So I wait and you wait for the sun to shift and show us the light But the clouds don't move and we never again feel the same So we are fallen to the low ground the ground beneath the grounds where people rarely go as they never make it back again Claw away at the mud cracked on our bodies trying to reach the light Everyday the we that we were is further away After a time we close our eyes and forget what was until there is nothing left of us Just two people who used to be in love |