never anything

there is something i'd rather not say
'cause your eyes look so tired, hair is red and grey
the child is waiting on a sea-shock deck
i kissed you on the cheek, what did you expect?
now the view is getting much daunting
can't share the things we chose and had before
tonight your life must have been haunted
wasted pages of life thrown right on the fire tonight

it isn't so nice when you shook me lonely
the curse i heard, the jealous people moaning
i crept your hand and shook you through the rails
our secret hideaway where the early priests had preyed
now the change is something too waning
the usage of the language out to nonspoken ones
i once knew a girl, her legs they were failing
as he ripped into her, my fingers pressed over too much

where have you been?
i thought you loved me
but now i see the truth
the abuse is shown
i must have been grown
or else my hands are shaking
whenever you hold me in your arms again

there is nothing that i could perfectly say
i loved you more than anything to this day
now the child has left his little churned room
the cobwebs that hid him inside of a pale red moon
and now the stars are falling over and failing
the day turns cold as we never look the same
the voices in my head are wailing
a friend i was, and now you look the other way

there was a better time for this
now it's all over
and nothing changes now
just the same
not how it was back then
when i was your friend

-winston campbell-