Just when I think
That I’ve washed my hands of you
You flood back in
My sallow dreams
drowning me in blue
I used to like to live
Even when it felt like this
But now this is all I’m feeling
I know i’m better off dead
I still sit beside myself
Wishin’ it was you
So enamored by your memory
Life just passes through
My heart can be your hideaway
It’s been yours since we met
Tis’ not much, this I know
But it’s all that I am
And you don’t even care.
I’ve no words to sum my pain
Though pain be the difference between me and you
So beautifully broken
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