I came looking for answers but all i hear are whispers
Of what has become of me
But I've seen this coming for years
Millions of tears have watered my barren wasteland of a mind
Where i cant find
Anything but broken glass
But i walk across
And try to find
My minds last words
Where my imagination was once pure
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 9:46 PM UTC
I came looking for answers but all i hear are whispers
Of what has become of me
But I've seen this coming for years
Millions of tears have watered my barren wasteland of a mind
Where i cant find
Anything but broken glass
But i walk across
And try to find
My minds last words
Where my imagination was once pure
