Been through it all
Everything
All on my own.
No-one to stay,
I don’t quite know
What to say,
With these three words
I’ve said enough
Vocals drifting in a hearse.
Put there through neglect of love.
Trapped in a tide lapping at my feet
Every time I reach this breach
I just lay here
Embedding my fear not shedding a single tear
I just lay with the tide lapping at my feet
On my lonely
Black sand beach
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