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A song I wrote...when the going was tough |
I feel more lost, empty and incomplete as these pain boars deeper into my soul When once upon a time, I used to feel whole… More confused than ever before My mind is spinning and my heart is still sore I'm being pulled by the drain Yet once again... I'm confronted by the ghost in me I look into the mirror and that's not me I see How could you take my heart? And throw it back to my face? It's amazing how utterly cruel life turn into It's as if my whole body has been snapped in two My pillow holds all my tears And my blanket is the only thing shielding me from my fears I'm being pulled by the drain And yet again I'm confronted by the ghost in me I look into the mirror and that's not me I see Life's too short, is what we say, So I've learned to take it head on day after day Sometimes certain sadness has no ending And I have to go on pretending... A wall is present between me and happiness I need to feel a sense of closure; nothing more or less Because maybe then I would move on And all this pain would be gone I'm being pulled by the drain Yet once again… I'm confronted by the ghost in me I look into the mirror and that's not me I see I present a picture perfect of a lie... But when you look into my eyes That is where my true pain lies… I'm afraid of looking in to the mirror Because I know what I'm going to see Is a wounded and helpless child That's staring back at me…. |