As i stare out the window of a world
i see a relay race
the solidarity is, "who gets their heart broken first?"
every time you give love a chance it some how crushes you....thats what you think
but love isn't the problem it's us
crushed
a disaster
lying
cheating
a secret life
together but not one
weeping
crying
chasing
racing
to find a true love
but once you get it you let it slip away
or mess it up
like sand falling out of your hands
why did i let it?
why did i have to mess it up?
