No Mourning

my knuckles are bloody and i am now blind i tried to break my walls like you and as you will find no one gets through them the way you do I break my fists on the brick i scream out for help the thoughts of being alone makes me sick i let out a pitiful yelp My walls are solid as ever and they cannot keep you out because of our little endeavor i have no idea what im talking about saying i will be alright these words off my tounge i spat i would rather not lie tonight but for you i would do that with him you are always cheerful its better off that way with me you are most often tearful i will speak whatever you want me to say to save you from regret no one else mourns me you should not even let those un needed feelings come between you and he