When I come into my room I pick up pieces,
pieces of my broken heart
And I realize how much I've lost and it takes me all,
takes me all apart
I'm looking in the mirror and I can't really see,
& what I don't see at all is me.
I'm walking down the streets, I'm searching for someone
With music in my head, with consciousness so numb.
I'm looking for the one, the one that always free
I'm looking not for him I'm searching for just me.
Dissolving in the mud of city roads & trash
I'm rambling all around without any mash.
They used to be my friends and kept me off from dust
I'm pushing them away 'cause I'm afraid to trust.
Brokenhearted
© Copyright: Step-Child, 2004
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