Tower Of Lament - Beady Belle

I make my eyes water

And my sight blurs

There’s no one to blame

And that’s what makes it worse

You offer a solution

And I will complain

My mourning has turned

Into worship of my pain

I pile on the agony

Stack every inch of sadness

I build my tower of lament

I rub the salt properly

Deep into the wound

And I will love heart

Very, very soon

The hurt cuts deeper

And I start to fall

You ask me how to come

But there’s no reason at all