i realize that i hate being alone.
i hate all the emptiness left in my bones.
i hate this old ground; i lay broken and jaded.
in his warm puddle i had once waded
but now i have only a cold, empty groan,
dreams of a feeling to me he had shown.
why do i feel so cheated? so raided?
but on i must walk though this graveyard of hope
cause surely i know this is not where it ends
for farther along this precarious slope
ill find someone else who can make my heart bend
ill find someone else who can tug on my rope
ill find someone else whom my heart may defend.
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