Fifteen from Wayward Faith by Rapt

Through dark passages and deathly holes
Out came a timid mouse
It got torn in a jaw by the whitest blades
In my arms, I carried it slow
From the ground it turned and looked at me
As if to say, ‘please don’t go’

But I turned and off I walked
To the safety of my home
I still wonder if it screamed

‘I’m down here in the cold’
Down here in the cold
I’m down here in the cold
Down here in the cold

When I was 15 I pushed my dad to the floor
Only I know how much I think of it still
He’d provided the same food and warmth
That the mouse sought all along
Now it’s me that lays here in the cold
With my ghosts 5000 days old

Now I lay in the cold
Here In the cold
Here I lay in the cold
Here In the cold

It’s hard to live with this pain that we know
It’d be easy to crawl into bed
And be bones

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