It gets lonely here,
At this time of the day,
In this part of the town,
Two foot steps,
They're both mine,
And I hold my hand,
Make it feel right,
It cuts deeper here,
On this part of my heart,
It still goes dark,
It can get darker,
And their words can stab,
But here, they can rip you apart.
There's no softness here,
Only silence,
Silence that screams,
Chills and long empty roads.
Trees with no leafs,
And cottages with no doors,
Its a one way road to misery.
And you remain your own enemy.
It gets wild and scary,
Torn over photographs.
Lying on torn photographs.
Tears for the ones you loved,
Tears for their soul bewitched,
Lips part, after a thousand year,
After breaking a thousand promises,
They part an apology.
Days seem like years,
And moments last forever,
This here is made of cliche's,
Chosen for every step,
Like a haunting shout,
In this silent silence .
Here, silence silences.
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