I understand how you feel, i know how it is to be...
Don't think too much, I am aware that you are not...
Aching i go to bed at night, never really...
knowing that in the morning i would feel no...
I close my eyes each night...straining my ears to...
the tenderness of your voice again each time you...
On bended knees
I pray to mend each broken piece...
Love me
while I'm still here...
Tears have dried, pain has gone, heart is numb... can't stop pretending, something has turned into nothing. |
For the wound is now a scar |
When the colors starts to fade |