Day after day, love turns grey...
Like the skin of a dying man.
Night after night,
we pretend its all right...
But... I have grown older... and
You have grown colder... and
Nothing is very much fun... any more.
And I can feel one of my turns coming on.
I feel cold as a razor blade,
Tight as a tourniquet,
Dry as a funeral drum.
Its the best words to express my feelings, Cold... Tight... and Dry!
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