The hours


All of those hours

All of those days 

This length of time

Just tortures me in different ways
The entrance hall’s still empty 

My prayers hang in this air

My dreams crushed beneath your heel

Supper tastes like despair
I’ve made my mistakes

With no time for any more

I’ve fallen on my face

And I’m staying on the floor

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