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 Naked because I wanted to write something about vulnerability and here it is.