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 of your fingers each day a little more
Then what's left is the black side
The dark side the 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 of 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