pierce my soul with the heavens help and no one will cry for me any longer they're all gone now, she said as if it mattered as if they could save me when all I wanted all I need is someone to cry for me for its such a lovely day and I can't help but grieve the loss of you because you were all I knew you were all I wanted and now I know nothing I am blind in a world of grey and I prefer it this way.
Portishead helped me write this. "For it's such a lovely day, for me to always feel this way"