Without You

By Bruce Clifford

What’s the point of turning inside out?
What’s the point of turning upside down?
Cos in the end I only want to shout.
What’s the point when I must do without?

Without you the distance seems to grow.
Without you is not being able to let go.
Let me know how I could do without.
Without you is what life’s been all about.

I would be remiss if I turned and walked away.
I could never resist all the words I’ve had to say.

Without you the void becomes so clear.
Without you the pain could never disappear.
Cos in the end I only want to shout.
Without you I live with so many doubts.

What’s the point of drifting upside down?
What’s the point of living under ground?
As time goes by, I only want to scream.
What’s the point of living in this dream?

I would be remiss if I turned and walked away.
I could never resist all the words I’ve had to say.

Without you the distance seems to grow.
Without you is not being able to let go.
Let me know how I could do without.
Without you is what life’s been all about.

© 2/3/2025 Bruce Clifford

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