Briana
My muse the one who guides the pen
The one who turned my heart
From the ashes of nothing
To the coal that I was used to
Now among my broken pieces
I find the diamond you think of me
Briana
I see the beauty in your honey words
I see the fairy tales of my heart
When you embrace this side of mine
Can you see the changes
Can you hear the harmony the flows along
These dreams and sorrows
Briana
Why do I not let go
Why do I not see through
Why can't I hold on to
Why oh dear god why
I have lost so many of the parts
That made me sad
So why can't I celebrate
So why can't I stop these tears
Well looks like the blood has run dry
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 11:58 PM UTC
Briana
My muse the one who guides the pen
The one who turned my heart
From the ashes of nothing
To the coal that I was used to
Now among my broken pieces
I find the diamond you think of me
Briana
I see the beauty in your honey words
I see the fairy tales of my heart
When you embrace this side of mine
Can you see the changes
Can you hear the harmony the flows along
These dreams and sorrows
Briana
Why do I not let go
Why do I not see through
Why can't I hold on to
Why oh dear god why
I have lost so many of the parts
That made me sad
So why can't I celebrate
So why can't I stop these tears
Well looks like the blood has run dry
