Wednesday, 10 February 2016

BRING BACK MY SORROWS

Everything made sense back then
Emptiness warmed up this place
This life was imbued with grace
Then you came along, love heathen

Bring back the sorrows
Only those accustomed to me
Those that I wouldn’t long to be
Those that don’t fill false hope of tomorrows

Tomorrows that entertain happily ever after
That fills false dreams on each new chapter
That’s breeds contempt in my character

Tomorrows that ask why we’re still together