| Leave me in the gutters
or the swamps outside the city, don't come to check up on me, because you'll be better off without me. Walk away without your heart upon my hand and without your hand upon my heart, leave me in the swamps with nothing but my quiet tears, and I will sob quietly until the end of the oblivion that has no foreseeable end. While out there, you exist somewhere, and I am dead to the world. |