The day is short, the nights are long,
Your angry heart must carry on.
The Stillness baiting, the tears are wept,
This emptiness has left you unkempt.
But you’re just finding ways to kill the pain,
Searching for the antidote for this deadly bane.
Does she make your heart go pitter pat?
Is she better than me, in the sack?
Your time’s run out, you feel the same,
But now this girl, she shares your claim.
And you’re just finding ways to kill the pain,
Searching for an antidote for this deadly bane.
You use and use, all at your disposal indeed,
At other’s expense do you try to relieve,
And deep inside, you still feel the same,
How much longer will you stand to place the blame?
Oh but you’re just finding ways to kill the pain,
For there’s no antidote for this deadly bane.
Time they say heals all wounds, so they say,
And as you revert down to stall, there is another way.
Though you may find solace there, a little or a lot,
There is no answer there, just the pain that you have brought.
There’s no finding ways to kill the pain,
In the end, it’s all the same.
11-23-01