Sometimes things dont always work out in the end,
and sometimes you have to be alone for awhile to realize,
that in fact you didnt hate being around everyone at all.
Most people never truly appreciate what they have,
Not until everything is in pieces on the floor like shattered glass,
Do you wish they werent pieces at all.
You desperately fumble to clutch a shard in your arms,
to hold close to your heart, to remember what once was
only to cut yourself up and watch that crimson flow.
Better a mess on the floor than a mess in your arms.
Your brain spills your heart, and your heart spills your guts.
If you show love like that, pretty soon you'll have nothing left on the inside.
Next thing you know, you're just as broken and worthless as that fragile glass on the floor.
A fool once said "blood is thicker than water."
Blood may flow in our veins, but it doesn't keep us together.
Something so familiar can still be very foreign
yet something very foreign can seem all too familiar.
Sep 21, 2011
Sep 21, 2011 at 6:04 AM UTC
Sometimes things dont always work out in the end,
and sometimes you have to be alone for awhile to realize,
that in fact you didnt hate being around everyone at all.
Most people never truly appreciate what they have,
Not until everything is in pieces on the floor like shattered glass,
Do you wish they werent pieces at all.
You desperately fumble to clutch a shard in your arms,
to hold close to your heart, to remember what once was
only to cut yourself up and watch that crimson flow.
Better a mess on the floor than a mess in your arms.
Your brain spills your heart, and your heart spills your guts.
If you show love like that, pretty soon you'll have nothing left on the inside.
Next thing you know, you're just as broken and worthless as that fragile glass on the floor.
A fool once said "blood is thicker than water."
Blood may flow in our veins, but it doesn't keep us together.
Something so familiar can still be very foreign
yet something very foreign can seem all too familiar.
