You never know the value of a moment
Untill it’s a memory
And lately I’ve been treasuring memory’s
Or rather lost moments
Lost in the hopelessness of time waiting
For that new moment
To arrive, afraid that we’ve said our last,
Goodbyes, cut ties-
Made that mistake too late, and that’s fate
I’m sorry but it’s over,
But I’m your head it’s never over not untill

Untill your standing on the edge of a cliff in
Dover, or sat on your
Sofa, with a system full of drugs, or with a
Razor blade in your
Hand, drunk taste you can’t stand, reaching
Out for someone’s hand,
Someone that can understand, the loss
And the pain, the rain
Falling down on your life and emotions
Drowning in commotion
An ocean of pure hurt, sorrow and pain
Fuled by dope,

A horizon of hope, a lie, a false belief
From deep beneath
Thinking that she’s part of the solution
Completely blind to the
Fact that she’s part of your confusion
You need to dispel
This illusion, that tigether your fusion
Would be a revolution
For your mind, your spirit and your sole
It would just ruin and
Dig a deeper hole, leaving you still wanting
More, not realising
That she’s already closed the door.