And I don't want the world to see me,
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand,
When everything's meant to be broken.........
What's the point if everything was meant to be broken....... I believed it could be different but again I've been proven wrong.
Every time I dare to dream...
A dream? Damn it was true
I lived what I cherished....but
It had to be broken... thats my cue
To act my part...to smile the goodbyes
Well so be it ....whats gone is gone
When will I finally let go of it?
The answer will soon, upon me, dawn.
This I hope, coz I stopped wishing,
This I ask, coz I never will dream,
To speak out, I must and will learn
But sometimes I'm unheard when I scream.
And yet sometimes there are things
Which even spoken aloud, are ignored.
Things which are better left alone
But things which have to be poured.
So good friend time has a way to handle
All things that go awry and bad.
Anger may need to be taken care of
All to save today, to be more glad.
Time.......... I'm waiting..........