Visiting Hours

I wanted to see how you was holding up
Your star has burned bright, now you are fading
No more than a shallow parody I used to adore

You wouldn’t look me in the eye
not that I wanted you to... yeah
It’s hard to look at the remains of a the man
who I looked up to

Can you explain why it had to come to this
You have the rest of your life
I only have these visiting hours...
Hey, can you tell me why it had to come to this
Living on the edge of a knife
I dread these visiting hours

I wanted to see if you had made any improvement
To see if a phoenix can rise from the ashes
but you had drifted further down

Was I not important to live for?
Is this what you wanted... no
It’s hard to look at the remains of a man
who I wanted to be

Can you explain why it had to come to this
You have the rest of your life
I only have these visiting hours...
Hey, can you tell me why it had to come to this
Living on the edge of a knife
I dread these visiting hours

It’s not my place to say this,
but you need to think of others
and not just yourself
But you’ll roll your eyes and sigh
and I realise
there’s no turning back

The End

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