Yes.
I'm the proud Owner of a lonely heart
It's not for sale I'm afraid
Because I mistakenly tore it apart.
Over thinking and over planning
Cracked it like an egg.
Yes.
I'm the owner of a sad mind
Worn and tried from life's ceaseless grind
I don't know where to go
And if I leave what I'll find.
Yes.
I'm uninspired my mind has dried up
My tears have cried up
I want to snap this streak
Of anything I write not meeting ny harsh critique
But I guess it's better than being the owner of a broken heart...
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 6:21 PM UTC
Yes.
I'm the proud Owner of a lonely heart
It's not for sale I'm afraid
Because I mistakenly tore it apart.
Over thinking and over planning
Cracked it like an egg.
Yes.
I'm the owner of a sad mind
Worn and tried from life's ceaseless grind
I don't know where to go
And if I leave what I'll find.
Yes.
I'm uninspired my mind has dried up
My tears have cried up
I want to snap this streak
Of anything I write not meeting ny harsh critique
But I guess it's better than being the owner of a broken heart...
