Agony is written upon your face.
Agony,
agony and pain, and it is such a wrench to see you that way,
and it is a terrible thing because you drink too much and smoke too much,
and you no longer sing,
you no longer sing like you used to,
you no longer do anything that you used to do,
and you no longer seem to talk like you used to,
and I do not know to approach you,
for I cannot seem to fathom you out anymore,
and I cannot help you,
I cannot help you for you are alien to me,
alien to me and I do not know where to begin anymore,
and I do not think that you know yourself anymore,
and who is to blame,
who is to blame?
The one who broke your heart,
the one who broke your heart who is laying in a grave?
it seems that way,
and it seems that despite this you cannot seem to move on,
and you cannot seem to move on from your pain,
and it is a shame because you are beautiful,
and intelligent but seemingly forever changed,
seemingly forever changed,
and you have a damaged a heart,
and your emotions have been torn apart,
by the treatment of another who is laying in his grave.
