Sandi Glowe

Is it him again? 

Leaving again? 

He’d been by her side 

But now their love was slowly dying 

Years passed by 

Pictures colours and lines 

The envy of who missed it 

Being there but feeling distant 

She had short hair 

White skin and wise eyes 

She could see what he could not 

In everyone’s heart 

And when I think of her 

It makes me cry 

It’s almost like 

She holds all the pain of the world 

And her face was a blackboard 

And every sign of chalk 

Was like a scratch on her heart 

And this man 

Pretends to be your friend 

And while he’s by your side 

He has one foot in the dark 

You think he tries 

You think he tries to be nice 

The happiness of who missed it 

Being there but never listening 

She was still there 

With that look in her eyes 

While the weather is hot 

She would have met him later on 

And when I think of her 

It makes me cry 

It’s almost like 

She holds all the pain of the world 

And her face was a blackboard 

And every sign of chalk 

Was like a scratch on her heart 

And is it just so important? 

To hide from the rest of the world? 

Open the doors, let them in 

Let the river flow around you 

When the scratches are gone 

You’ll be left on your own 

When this all disappears 

You will be freed of your fears 

You’ll be left 

(With your fears) 

You’ll be left 

You’ll be left on your own