How did I get there??
These words used to flow,
used to put, straight from my soul.
Now my heart is empty,
my flesh is angry,
and my soul, oh my soul, is so weak,
and so must be the words I speack.
Torrential down pour of fear,
when I see your name appear,
Upon a screen, call----Ingored.
My words have become weak,
I can hardly even do a few lines.
Is it you? or is it mea,
Holding back so I can't see.
The world is so open and I want to go.
But, I am being held back.
I hold on, and so do you.
But what if we're holding on to different things?
And this love is not as it all seems.
Falling and breaking apart at the seams,
How could you have possibly meant
what you said?
Dissapointment, immature, not wise,
these are the things your saying to me.
I don't think that they are entirely true,
but what can I do?
Today is new,
and you'll want nothing to do
with last nights call.
But if it was you,
Standing here in my shoes,
What would you say?
You don't want to stay? and just go work.
Everyone needs a break.
Everyone needs some space
To breath, to look back and see
just what their words might be,
to some one open, and vulnerable
Often knives come at me from your mouth,
I've learned to deflect them all.
But now it is my turn
to let you know how it feels when
all of you fails.