I'm lost inside myself,
trying to find the way out,
out of my heart,
out of my mind,
out of this tangled mess.
I need to live the way I did,
before my heart became,
the thing that it is today,
a bruised and heavy part of me,
that won't let me go,
because its scared,
to be alone.
I'm on the boulevard again,
trying to find the way home,
but I'm taking my time,
cuz I want to find,
something that's mine,
something to lean on.
Walking with the dusty road beneath me,
and the gloomy clouds above,
reminding me constantly of what could have been,
reminding me of my love.
Looking at the scars again,
as numerous as the stars which,
match the tears that were shed
like the blood that was bled,
a coppery red,
that has stained my past,
which has gone so fast,
but still haunts me,
still taunts me
in a way,
that I can't explain,
in a way,
that just adds the pain.
every smile has every tear,
every word can tell a story,
every scar has a history,
and every heart beat has a mystery,
as I lie here in my misery,
waisting away,
in this waste land,
because the gaps between my fingers should be filled with your hands
