that last box, ticked.

it hurts, breathing.
that last box, ticked,
coutning on your list
there's no-one left.

it hurts, smiling.
that one named, caged
in the middle of a page
they've all gone.

it hurts, talking.
make them smile,
stay aminute, stay a while
i've lost them all.

it hurts, climbing.
back up to the start
i was stupid, wasn't smart
they're not coming back.

it hurts, living.
alone again, chances faded
cold again, warmth i'm craving
they never thought about you anyway.