You wish you could grab the hands on the clock and turn them back so fast.
You feel the pain in your heart and see the hurt in your eyes.
But not one soul seems to notice your pain.
No one knows that you're keeping yourself together with tape and glue.
Closing your eyes so tight so not one tear can squeeze its way between the floodgates of your eyes.
Always giving away parts of yourself and never getting them back.
Always moving, always going and never having time to think about yourself.
Wishing you could show all those who've past what you've done and who you've become.
Your life is the never ending cycle of pain and you wish you could give it all away.
But you can't.
So for now all you have is tape and glue.
May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 10:35 PM UTC
You wish you could grab the hands on the clock and turn them back so fast.
You feel the pain in your heart and see the hurt in your eyes.
But not one soul seems to notice your pain.
No one knows that you're keeping yourself together with tape and glue.
Closing your eyes so tight so not one tear can squeeze its way between the floodgates of your eyes.
Always giving away parts of yourself and never getting them back.
Always moving, always going and never having time to think about yourself.
Wishing you could show all those who've past what you've done and who you've become.
Your life is the never ending cycle of pain and you wish you could give it all away.
But you can't.
So for now all you have is tape and glue.
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