A simple mistake and it all comes down
When its torn its uneven
One is more than the other
What am I to do with this half?
Am I being played when I'm playing?
Is it true something is still there
Wherever I go there is some other
Ready to fill the torn edges of my heart
None fits the shredded
Things are hard to let go and to accept
When I was open so wide before
Let everything in and forgot to build fences
Now its no purpose building at all.
Unprotected and bare of feelings
Seconds past as if were yesterday
Where were you when I was needed
Where was I when you were needed
Total reshuffling of time which once was perfect
Caught in a syllable of time and dreams
Anyone please help me out of this
... stubborn heart
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