miserable fiddle- stolen title

and so it was that yesterday was better yet
today another nothing left to cover
he wants to go and I want it too
but there's a blank space between there
and here's a myth we can't unravel

so what can be will always fail you
and what cannot is best left at home
your sadness and troubles not unheard
but better left unsaid in public life
no one ever wants to hear the killing

your life is being lived in so much loss
of time better spent keeping face up
and there'll never be another one like this
so long as we keep running in circles
everything always stays the same old

try as you might the weight is heavier
than bones and brains could ever bear
and he needs you but doesn't want you
and you could live ten more lives alone
but would never solve this one puzzle

shifting back and forth you kill your dead
and your mother grows older without you
and sadness and guilt turn overwhelming
so you kill the senses that take you there
and are left a frozen face in your own mirror

and just to leave the picture pretty now
I'll bend the truth and leave us hoping
that its never too late to start living
or some bullshit that you want to hear
because to listen would be taking advice