Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Somewhat Damaged...


Flew too high and burnt the wing
Lost my faith in everything


Broken, bruised, forgotten, sore


In the back, off the side and far away
Is a place where I hide, where I stay
Tried to say, tried to ask, I needed to
All alone, by myself, where were you?

How could I ever think it funny how
Everything they swore it wouldn't change, is different now
Just like you would always say, we'll make it through
Then my head fell apart, and where were you?

How could I ever think it funny how
Everything you swore would never change, is different now
Like you said, you and me, make it through
Didn't quite, fell apart, where the fuck were you?
 
 
 

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