My mind is stuck between the everlasting feelings of admiration and the cold wonder of hesitation
What is going on with me?
The feelings that I used to trust so much have become nothing but mere suggestions and a hunch
What is going on with me?

It should just be so simple
To recognize and act on every symbol
But the fact is that it is not always so simple
And the feelings that once were my closest friend have become a stranger in a familiar place

I shouldn’t have to reintroduce myself to my feelings
What will I even say?
As I glaze up at the ceiling I sit and ponder
Will I ever come up with a solution for this worry and wonder

I run on heart alone
Because my brain deceives me
But as cracked and weathered as an old stone
My heart is beginning to be

I need to restore it
Give it new light
Bring it to a place where it can restore
And give it something to see

I need to turn this stone heart into a flourishing plant
Never to be killed because the light will never disappear
But that future doesn’t appear to be near
So for now I will just sit, waiting, wondering, over here.

As I began to write,
my emotions kept cutting.
Deeper and deeper,
as if I was staring to wage
a virtual war unto myself.

Singing with a stolen voice
Borrowed tongue, the song of choice
Would have to be
Of ice and fire majesty.

To run from here on others' feet
A differed meter, with which to meet
A girl whom I've known before
Though now we drink and gamble more.

Her persona, then, was gently sore;
I see none of the scars we bore
As children, though now I see
The scars she left now complete me.

I inhale it, i inject it in to my heart. Its the dust
That penetrates my pores, that love I,ve been
Inhaling even though some times it has
Shattered my heart.

The dust of love is addictive, specially once
A heart is broken. More is needed to mend the
Cracks to mend the feelings. Shattered in this
Dust filled aching heart.

I am addicted to this dust, I need it for my heart.
I'm not the only one but there are dangers, because
If a heart is broken it can lead to your death.

Because some times the dust is not enough to mend,
The soul decays because it misses the other beat.
Fleeting and faint leading away from the heart.

Just smile.
Mine's a little cracked, but its OK. People get the idea.
I'm "happy".
Just smile.
Everything's gonna be OK.
Just as long as you keep smiling.
Just keep on smiling, its better than explaining whats wrong.
Just smile.
It'll hide everything.
Just remember, its a show they'll love, its just for them.

I remember everything we ever said and did. We both had our problems, and we both made mistakes we sometimes couldn't take back.
I will forever hang every mistake I ever made over my head. Yet, the only mistake I could ever hold against you, was this.

Couldn't you have thrown me down just a little harder? So I wouldn't have had to bounce back, so I could have just cracked instead.

We are all cracked up
Like how trees shatter
When struck by lightning
Like how brds fly away
When they see someone they never knew

We are all cracked up
And when you try to understand why,
You just couldn't
Because as human as we are
We are all cracked up

Derelict, decrepit,
Just a waste of space
A relic from a different age
One who'd run the race

An eyesore
Gives the place a name
Represents a time long past
It's no longer in the game

A stiff wind would take it down
It's not worth a single dime
Take it down, demolish it
It's enemy is time

A single pane of glass is left
Cracked from side to side
In fact it's cracked the whole way through
As tall as it is wide

The others are all boarded
Keeping out nothing at all
The only thing the wood does
Is act as canvas to them all

Graffiti covers every space
That is left standing here
It used to be a factory once
That made a local well known beer

BUT ON THE OTHER SIDE....

Inside the building squatters sit
Derelicts, wastes of space
The building is their home for now
Away from the rat race

Eyesores, hidden in plain sight
Humanity at it's worst
That is the image given them
Because of addictions thirst

A stiff wind would take them down
So thin and frail are they
Protected by a building that
A storm could blow away

One side thinks it awful
The other, thinks it's good
An eyesore and a fragile shell
Of old bricks and glass and wood

But...for one plain window
Separating worlds apart
A crack runs through the window
It is the buildings heart.