I don’t love you any more, it’s over…
Those words still surface on the beach of my mind
Like a dead fish fighting time
Slowly dying and eating away deep memories from the flesh
Memories of me at my best
Now when the moment gets deep, I turn heartless
Not totally thoughtless
…but close
The avoidance of pain and hurt is the excuse
The avoidance of suffering and abuse
From knowing the outcome and hanging my own noose
So I’m Davy Jones with my heart locked up tight
But not buried on an island, sunny and bright
It’s in an ice cold fortress
Frozen and voiceless
Buried under, it’s over…
Buried under, I don’t love you…
Buried under, cold feelings
Buried under the arctic
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