All I love is falling apart, pains and attacks of the heart,

Some feeling great pain, others may die, all I seem to do is cry,

Done all I can, I have tried, I feel my hands are tied,

Faith is gone, lost is all hope, how can I cope?

Basically I must face this alone, to the bottle I am prone,

I can’t allow myself to love again, they don’t deserve the pain,

Cuts and breaks they can heal, I’ll forget how to feel,

Time to turn to stone, get cold, until I am very old,

Running out of tears to cry, why bother? Why try?

When you think you can handle all, along comes another phone call,

Yes, its happened again, another fistful of emotional pain,

No goals left to strive, why be alive?

Go home and sit, so easy to quit,

No hope, little pride, my future I must decide,

Things happen with no reason, no rhyme, it will work out in time,

How long, I don’t know, till then stay closed, cold let nothing show.

 

Steve Corke

9/8/97

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