There's something about the simple truth,
that it's not love anymore,
that shakes me to the core.
You will never know this suffering,
that I hide behind sparse words of false joy.
Im no more better than the day I wanted to die,
on the sea side.
Im seeing an image of you in my mind and I cry.
I try to be ok but why fight,
when time,
they say,
is the only thing that can win the battle of my broken heart.
But how much,
that part’s unknown.
And in the meanwhile,
no where feels like home,
I’ll be shattered and alone,
to cry tears that go unseen and hear the echo of words that made me
dream