Jan 2022
You left me in the Forest of Dean
talking to the trees
and there's now a nicer part of me
that nobody ever sees
I never once doubted
that I was going to survive
but I knew it would change me forever
even if I was to make it out alive
Sometimes it can take a broken heart
for a man to see the error of his ways
and now all of the lonely nights
are bleeding into the days
I lost my interest in meeting strangers
beneath the branches in the park
and ever since you left
I've been scared of going out after dark
talking to the trees
and there's now a nicer part of me
that nobody ever sees
I never once doubted
that I was going to survive
but I knew it would change me forever
even if I was to make it out alive
Sometimes it can take a broken heart
for a man to see the error of his ways
and now all of the lonely nights
are bleeding into the days
I lost my interest in meeting strangers
beneath the branches in the park
and ever since you left
I've been scared of going out after dark
(M/Newcastle, UK)
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