P.H.F.
A Letter From Purest Hell
Oh, that was yesterday
Run out of things to say
Not everybody's wrong
I know I'll wait so long
Peaked, I thought yesterday
Maybe it will be okay
But I was so wrong
I wish that you weren't gone
Crack another smile to feign
Surrounded by people again
Just another song
I know it won't be long
Sorry if it's all the same
I ran out of things to say
Tryin' to be strong
I know I won't last long
There is nothing for the pain
There is nothing wrong
The things that make it go away
I know that they're wrong
No please
Nobody tells you that the grief
Swallows you up like you're debris
Standing on the cornеr, the breeze
Blows you away though you just leavе
Follow your feet till you can't see
Nobody around, there might be
Somewhere that's quiet and lonely