Life is what you make of it
but I'm no artist nor engineer
I've made nothing of my life
and feel like I'm barely here
You are what you eat
at least that's what they say
I can't remember my last meal
and now I'm withering away
When I look inside myself
it's just a shattered heart
Impossible to put together
there's nowhere to start
Puzzle pieces in my soul
but I no longer know
If it's something to be fixed
or where the pieces go
It's just a simple rope
and a plain old chair
But for that brief moment
they let me walk on air
Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 12:19 AM UTC
Life is what you make of it
but I'm no artist nor engineer
I've made nothing of my life
and feel like I'm barely here
You are what you eat
at least that's what they say
I can't remember my last meal
and now I'm withering away
When I look inside myself
it's just a shattered heart
Impossible to put together
there's nowhere to start
Puzzle pieces in my soul
but I no longer know
If it's something to be fixed
or where the pieces go
It's just a simple rope
and a plain old chair
But for that brief moment
they let me walk on air