Walls - Sheer Terror

Walks in the park, kissing in the dark

It was all a lark- another sad old joke

I should’ve known- it’s happened before

Those days of yore have taught me nothing

Leading myself around like a little boy lost in the city of lights

From teacher to student, Helena to Prudence

Nights crying to my cat

Lie on my bed of thorns, rest my head on a rock

And watch my walls turn black

Maybe raise my empty glass to propose a toast

Ha- the spirits gone

Don’t look back and I won’t look ahead

I’ve always favored the things I dread

Glutton for punishment- that’s my line

We all have our crosses to bear

I’ve tried- I’ve cried- don’t bother me

I’ve strived- I’ve lied- I don’t want to see

I’ve cheapened- I’ve weakened- my tanks are low

Every failure of my life exposed