If I could write how I was feeling, I would fill a hundred books
But it’s impossible to write, what I have never understood
The tears that leave me eyes are becoming (much) too common
I somehow wish that I, could be the man I promised
Life has gave me chances, while love has gave me scars
Can I still be saved? Or am I too far gone?
I’ll walk a thousands roads, but never reach the end
I love to turn around, as soon as life begins
I’m quick to help another, but slow to help myself
I’ve tried so many times yet fall back in this hell
My heart is slowly breaking, my soul is frozen raw
Another day of chasing, the man I know I’m not
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 2:56 AM UTC
If I could write how I was feeling, I would fill a hundred books
But it’s impossible to write, what I have never understood
The tears that leave me eyes are becoming (much) too common
I somehow wish that I, could be the man I promised
Life has gave me chances, while love has gave me scars
Can I still be saved? Or am I too far gone?
I’ll walk a thousands roads, but never reach the end
I love to turn around, as soon as life begins
I’m quick to help another, but slow to help myself
I’ve tried so many times yet fall back in this hell
My heart is slowly breaking, my soul is frozen raw
Another day of chasing, the man I know I’m not