I'm scared of the fact that I'm falling.
I'm confused, I'm on my knees and crawling...
Thinking of the flash backs.
But I gotta face the facts...
I want to make this poem a work of art.
That way it will have so much heart...
Thinking of the flash backs.
But I gotta face the facts...
Thinking of the flash backs.
But I gotta face the facts...
A broken heart continues to beat |