A poem, or song of sorts, about believing in the wrong thing or person, for too long -
Holding on to nothing
I’ve been holding onto nothing
wasted all these days
believing all your promises
that you never made
I’ve been holding onto nothing
ignoring all the signs
it won’t be you and me forever
that picture lost in time
I could have started over
I could have seen the truth
I wish someone had told me
but I did deny the proof
I’ve been holding onto nothing
in a story I wrote alone
caught up in the moment
when I really should have known
I didn’t realise that you’d left
cos you were still around
but miles away in your heart
you weren’t waiting to be found
Why did I hand it over ?
so sure, so readily
when a hard-fought thing has more worth
and your heart was not for me
I lost you in the dark
not realising that you’d gone
I thought you were beside me
listening to the storm
I’ve been singing to the silent stars
telling you how I felt
you’re too busy rearranging
the hand that you’ve been dealt
I’ve been holding onto nothing
writing songs you’ll never hear
‘cos you left some time ago
it’s just becoming clear
I’ve been holding onto nothing
that I wanted to believe
and this is not the first time
there’s a pattern now I see
