The End

And as the days go by you rub away at me and peel back the pages of my skin
Soon I shall be raw sore and broken
As you undo me so you have undone me once again

And I am me and you are you and we are nothing

I am broken and your hands are too small to gather me up so I fall through the cracks each day a little more
Then what's left is the black side the dark spiteful Sharpe bits like leftovers of a roast chicken

Photos of us are in the shadows overcast by clouds our hands held strong covered by darkness sat with the what ifs and the could've done

So I wait and you wait for the sun to shift and show us the light again
But the clouds don't move and we never again feel the same

So we are gone fallen to the low ground the ground beneath the grounds where people rarely go as they never make it back again

Claw away at the mud cracked on our bodies trying to get to the light
Every day the we that we were is further away

After a time we close our eyes and forget what was till there is nothing left of us
Just two people that used to be in love