i'm broken, i'm torn,
i'm cracked, and i'm worn.
i'm lost, and it's cold.
i'm choking, i'm hurting,
i have lost faith in hoping
i'm trying not to care,
i'm searching for air,
i'm forgetting you were ever there.
i saw how this was breaking, but we weren't letting go.
i believed that things could be repaired,
as long as there was hope.
i didn't want to tell myself it couldn't be okay
so when reality came along, it hit me in the face.
the hole it kept on gaping,
and both of us,
we kept on changing.
for a long time i was dreaming, there really was incredible beauty in my world.
the memories were perfect,
the photographs were stories to be told.
i'll be better off alone.
you'll be better on your own
but where's the justice, at the bitter end
when your world is turned to stone
7 comments:
wow brent! did you write that? that's INCREDIBLY good. i love it.
and i can relate to parts of it. heh. yuck.
sooo good though.
it's pretty! but sad. I don't possess such gifts as those to write music with. Not my thing, I guess. But you do a super job of it
i love the mix of reactions
it makes me feel. just feel.
i didnt write my reaction here brent, but you know what it is.
woaaaaah that's really good brent. woaaah.
fun, isn't it?
i'm guessing you're donne geo =P
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