When the bitterness seeps from my voice,
Hanging to every word.
Warping and stretching the meaning,
Contorting my intentions into the truth of the matter which is my damaged heart.
What do you say to me?
Do you grab my hands and spurt out words that magically heal a tear on the fabric of my being and try to reassure me that words mean everything?
Put my trust in some funny phrases and memories that are just the easiest way to make my frown turn upside down and see a smile grace my face once again?
That is truly no way to win because when I’m left alone again,
All those thoughts will disappear and leave me with my own sadness,
Trying to find the perfect scrap of fabric that will mend that newly formed hole in my heart.
But maaaaaaan!
You don’t know that’s just a start.
My heart will survive with new things to use but what about my pride that’s finally been bruised?
Or maybe my sincere integrity that means the world to me that’s been shattered by someone else’s lies?
There’s so much more inside that has to be repaired from a single moment of undecided bliss,
That non-existant kiss that was given wings to soar and a beak to peck away the happiness I was finally able to get.
The tears that I shed were only met with cold unyielding lies that were spread around without asking me what’s really going down.
But I don’t cry from the pain you caused me,
Ripping me to shreds with your cynical words of pain and anger that were aimed right at my heart.
With these words,
You tore me apart and left me to myself,
Wallowing in the confusion that had sprang to life the moment you held my hand and asked me how I truly felt.
Now I sit amongst those many before me who fell from grace amongst our deceitful society that plays games upon a persons fate,
Rummaging through the things left behind,
The scraps to mend our broken wills and fucked up minds,
The pieces to rebuild a nation within that cant collapse because now we have a love- proof creation.
Yet now the times have changed and the damage does remain along with some extra pain that wont just go away from my mind because the effect of you transcends our short time and holds me in that moment of foreverness with you.
Somewhere with the real you that doesn’t allow me to cry at anytime,
The real you that holds me and looks into my eyes…
Just give me the scraps to repair my damaged heart that will heal on its own and be ready to love again,
Brand new,
Aside from the scrap of fabric that is you.
Hanging to every word.
Warping and stretching the meaning,
Contorting my intentions into the truth of the matter which is my damaged heart.
What do you say to me?
Do you grab my hands and spurt out words that magically heal a tear on the fabric of my being and try to reassure me that words mean everything?
Put my trust in some funny phrases and memories that are just the easiest way to make my frown turn upside down and see a smile grace my face once again?
That is truly no way to win because when I’m left alone again,
All those thoughts will disappear and leave me with my own sadness,
Trying to find the perfect scrap of fabric that will mend that newly formed hole in my heart.
But maaaaaaan!
You don’t know that’s just a start.
My heart will survive with new things to use but what about my pride that’s finally been bruised?
Or maybe my sincere integrity that means the world to me that’s been shattered by someone else’s lies?
There’s so much more inside that has to be repaired from a single moment of undecided bliss,
That non-existant kiss that was given wings to soar and a beak to peck away the happiness I was finally able to get.
The tears that I shed were only met with cold unyielding lies that were spread around without asking me what’s really going down.
But I don’t cry from the pain you caused me,
Ripping me to shreds with your cynical words of pain and anger that were aimed right at my heart.
With these words,
You tore me apart and left me to myself,
Wallowing in the confusion that had sprang to life the moment you held my hand and asked me how I truly felt.
Now I sit amongst those many before me who fell from grace amongst our deceitful society that plays games upon a persons fate,
Rummaging through the things left behind,
The scraps to mend our broken wills and fucked up minds,
The pieces to rebuild a nation within that cant collapse because now we have a love- proof creation.
Yet now the times have changed and the damage does remain along with some extra pain that wont just go away from my mind because the effect of you transcends our short time and holds me in that moment of foreverness with you.
Somewhere with the real you that doesn’t allow me to cry at anytime,
The real you that holds me and looks into my eyes…
Just give me the scraps to repair my damaged heart that will heal on its own and be ready to love again,
Brand new,
Aside from the scrap of fabric that is you.
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