some escape some door to open  this path seems the blackest but i  guess it's the soonest  but there in the clearing i  know you'll be wearing  your young aching smile and  waving your hand  can't go with my heart when i  can't feel what's in it i  thought you'd come over  but for some reason you didn't  glass on the pavement under my shoe  without you is all my life amounts to  a final sleep no  words from my cutting  mouth to your ear or  taut wicked pinches  from my fingers to your bitter face  that i can't heal  i know tomorrow  you will be  somewhere in london  living with someone  you've got some kind of family  there to turn to  and that's more than i could ever give you  a chance for calm  a hope for freedom  outlet from my cold solitary kingdom  by the forest of our spring stay  where you walked away  and left a bleeding part of me  empty and bothered  watching the water  quiet in the corner  numb and falling through  without you what does my life amount to?