Stairway To Hell

For so many years I held my breath for you,
held under what became the ocean;

struggling to find footing on what became the ocean floor…
and now, as I reflect on what became my foundation…

Who am I to say the grass was ever greener
where my own feet struck on the earth?
And that the fields they seemed much neater
on my side of the fence;
and who am I to question why you took the path you took?
And who the fuck am I to open this closed book?
But the pages just keep turning
and my pen just won’t dry,
but my eyes they won’t stop burning
and yet you still have no reply

I guess that in a way
it had to be like this…
and I guess in a way
I’m glad it turned out like it did.
Because I couldn’t stand your sight
if I ran into you tonight;
and if you died I just don’t think
I’d have too much to say tonight…

Who am I to say the grass was ever greener
where my own feet struck on the earth?
And that the fields they seemed much neater
on my side of the fence;
and who am I to question why you took the path you took?
And who the fuck am I to open this closed book?
But the pages just keep turning