Spending all my time trying to find my feet and then I lost my legs. Look at me like where’s the happiness, but if only I can grow it like hair I’d be all in this. Don’t look at me like my woes reproduce like lice, standing over me like you’re Jesus Christ. Nail yourself to someone else who needs saving, or walk on water if you like, as long as you walk away.
Because I don’t need release from this..no need in letting go..the meaning in between the seams are splitting just to show you what I know. If I find it hard to sleep tonight, the pain is even so..Id stay awake to live a dream but instead I probably won’t.
You can’t bring back a bitter sweet life worth living through, when all you know is hope… hope to find a winter’s spring where no water flows..trading what I had for nothing I had before..nothing but cold.
I think it’s gonna flood every time I cry…seems to poor every time I try to hold it in..feel it’s gonna rain throughout the sky…you want to see me smile but I’m saving it this time…for the day I die
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Beautiful. Thanks for sharing.