I’ve had a long look at my past
Alone like a key in a lock
Without what it takes to turn open.
I gave you sorrow to hang on your wall
Like a painting in one color.
I wear a torn stain of red on my sleeve.
I shuffle among the lies
Turning them over, like pages of a magazine.
if only I could be sure what I’d lost.
I uncover my steps, I wish
Someone would open my eyes.
It could be all in the mind. Anyway
Nothing seems to bring you back to me.
When you are gone all but this moment,
Change is bleeding from me,
For speaking either truth or comfort
I have no more lies to give.