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"