Echoes in the hall
A loved ones name, someone else
Siblings, but not mine
Shall I sing songs for mercy,
Or let the silence take me
Love. Be honest. Tell a story. Those are all the rules I need for writing.
Echoes in the hall
A loved ones name, someone else
Siblings, but not mine
Shall I sing songs for mercy,
Or let the silence take me
Forks and spoons untouched
One glass full, my glass empty
Red paint from my lips
You promised this time for us
And made me the fool again
Accused a liar
Treated with such ill contempt
Judged, painted “sinner”
Who will come to my defense
When fools flatter dearest friends
Stay standing dear friend
I’ve no seat to welcome you
I’ve no meal to share
What you ask, I will not give
Your words, though sweet, are poison
Nothing more to say,
I feel your hand grasping mine
I hear you, my name
My chest burns, my cheeks are wet
Dear friend, if only you knew
I turn to escape
To leave this moment behind
I can’t feel a thing
I can’t breathe in this cold air
I just want to not want you