Blackhole – Written Saturday 4th August 2001 (Aged 26)

Blackhole

i do not know what to say to you
it seems to be working
then you tell me that it’s just a guise
in reality,
you are hurting
you seem to hang on,
to the handrail of the past
but that is the very place,
where the dye was cast
i do not know what to say to you
after all,
i care so deeply
but i cannot give you answers
not when i feel so sleepy
two in the morning is not the place,
to work out why you still hurt
i thought you had found her
you were putting on a show
and i thought all was well
i do not know what to say to you
it seems to be working
then we are back to the blackhole
and you tell me that you’re still hurting




James Garratt – Saturday 4th August 2001


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