HER TIME



She turns her face to the wall
she sees her sorrow there
Puts out her hand to touch it 
Again and Again

Fingernail marks in the morning
Wallpaper silhouettes
Signs of her yesterdays
Can't ever be wiped away

She thought that I would care
She thought that I'd be there
Think again...

Your face I've seen in visions 
In silver rippling sky
No feelings/reactions
As i pass you by
Weeks compressed to minutes
This time is her time
Let me just once
Be cruel without being kind