I was clutching on tattered vines Praying fervently to all that are divine To let it hold Please make it hold
I was gripping tightly on my last strand of faith (I'm slipping) Just let me hold Let my life hold
Then you pulled at me And I went crashing d o w n So here I am with a shattered heart, a broken soul and a tattered gown.
This is about how you're barely holding on without going mad and then yearning for some guy's love turns out to be your breaking point. It's titled Stark ***** because I wanted to write something about vulnerability and here it is.