There's a hole in my chest;
I filled it with pain
It brought me no gain
Perhaps it was for the best.
There's a hole in my chest;
I filled it with gaiety
It all leaked out, leaving me quite empty
Perhaps it was for the best.
There's a hole in my chest;
I filled it with friends
But I am still left alone at the end
Perhaps it was for the best.
There's a hole in my chest;
I filled it with pleasure
There was never enough to measure
Perhaps it was for the best.
There's a hole in my chest;
I filled it with resentment and bitterness.
Something is still amiss.
Perhaps it is for the best.
Nov 30, 2011
Nov 30, 2011 at 11:42 PM UTC
There's a hole in my chest;
I filled it with pain
It brought me no gain
Perhaps it was for the best.
There's a hole in my chest;
I filled it with gaiety
It all leaked out, leaving me quite empty
Perhaps it was for the best.
There's a hole in my chest;
I filled it with friends
But I am still left alone at the end
Perhaps it was for the best.
There's a hole in my chest;
I filled it with pleasure
There was never enough to measure
Perhaps it was for the best.
There's a hole in my chest;
I filled it with resentment and bitterness.
Something is still amiss.
Perhaps it is for the best.