W (11/7/87 / My Depressed Heart)

It Slowly Kills

Memories From My past
Haunt My Sleep
Dreams Of You
Fill My Head
Of how Things Once Were
And Of Now
The Difference
Slowly kills

You Bring Me Comfort
In Your Dark Way
Allowing Sweet Dreams
Of Yesterday
But when I Wake
You Bring me Hell
What happened To You
For You To Not Care

The Empty F**ks
Of Those Nights
Fill Me With Want
For Another Night Of Light
With You Alone
Beside Me
Alas No More
Moving To Your next Victim

It Slowly Kills

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