Until You Cried

There is so much on my mind

As I lay here by your side

How could I ever be so blind

And let you slide?

Was it me you tried to find?

Find a way inside my mind?

I left and locked me up inside

Until you cried

Until you cried

I know how many times you tried

To walk together side by side

I always let you fall behind

Until you cried

Could there have ever been a way?

If I would turn back time

Would it still work out the same?

And while I watch you as you lay

I see the tracks of all your tears

Have all dried up and now I know

It's all too late

There's just one thing on my mind

As we lay here side by side

And while you lock me out inside

I watch you slide

I watch you slide.


Do not laugh too hard. It is only my first and only a sketch. The ghost of the song it will eventually become. If you insist on listening to this melancholic, sentimental dribble, I won't stop you. Just press play right below the photo of the torture equipment. A warning to the curious, though - headphones are strongly recommended, unless you also want to mentally scar  everyone within earshot.

The tools of a torturer.

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