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I'm distracted I'm lost I'm broken and battered and worn I don't know where to go Don't know who to turn to I know no one cares But I need someone to know My faith has been fading My life keeps unraveling Those dreams I once had To fly away, nap on the clouds Those dreams we all had Fueled by that folly thing called Hope My pencil on a blank page My canvas still painted white Inspiration is just a term we use when we learn something new about ourselves. But I breathe in ignorance My faith keeps fading My life keeps unraveling A spool of yarn re-wound too many times My heart is tired My limbs are weak I'm barely here anymore Prayer was formerly my reminder I was never alone But now the words just bounce around In my head Forgotten when out of sight Ignored in presence I guess I make a better window than a door My faith keeps fading My life keeps unraveling A puller on a sweater Caught on something by fault only of its own It knows it messed up Ruined the whole thing That piece of thread Just wants to be part of something special But for everything else to be okay It knows it needs to be snipped.
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Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 12:29 AM UTC
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I'm distracted I'm lost I'm broken and battered and worn I don't know where to go Don't know who to turn to I know no one cares But I need someone to know My faith has been fading My life keeps unraveling Those dreams I once had To fly away, nap on the clouds Those dreams we all had Fueled by that folly thing called Hope My pencil on a blank page My canvas still painted white Inspiration is just a term we use when we learn something new about ourselves. But I breathe in ignorance My faith keeps fading My life keeps unraveling A spool of yarn re-wound too many times My heart is tired My limbs are weak I'm barely here anymore Prayer was formerly my reminder I was never alone But now the words just bounce around In my head Forgotten when out of sight Ignored in presence I guess I make a better window than a door My faith keeps fading My life keeps unraveling A puller on a sweater Caught on something by fault only of its own It knows it messed up Ruined the whole thing That piece of thread Just wants to be part of something special But for everything else to be okay It knows it needs to be snipped.
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miranda-eckert
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 12:29 AM UTC
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