no more

i met myself at my own graveside, i remember looking tired, but somehow i convinced myself, that one of us had died, so i asked me then what i would have, if hell began right now, i said an old guitar and a bottle of wine, a book of verse and vow, no more, no more, no more, no more, no more promises, a year went by and i lost my soul, insanity crept in, and i will be the first to claim, i'd thought i found a friend, but he took more than offered, and i lost me in the end, in four more years i looked up, and i saw that i was him, cold on the outside, let me in, we start the year as lovers, then it never ends as friends, one more hour, she took me down, i said i love you, but i lied,