Broken from the inside, can’t put the pieces back together.
Torn to the point of no return; now and forever.
I feel the sorrow indulging me, filling the empty space within,
I cannot fight myself any longer. My dreams are shattered; no life in.
I have deceived myself and many others,
With futile lies that should have never been.
Now trying putting pieces back together,
It doesn’t work that way, I wish I could foresee.
There is no hope out there, but yet I’m trying hard to find,
What’s lost in cause of foolishness of mine.
Please help me to survive another day,
Please help to find myself, and let me stay.
Broken
© Copyright: Дитрих Фрэй, 2011
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Well, pieces. The pawn, the king, the queen herself
so many pieces left, but noone's playng
an empty board, and there is no game
I found that when all has ceased
all of this empty masquerade
then I have put them in a box
all that is left lies on the shelf
waiting for me to arrange pieces
If I will play this game again
Ильин Денис 13.09.2011 18:13 • Заявить о нарушении
so many pieces left, but noone's playng
an empty board, and there is no game
I found that when all has ceased
all of this empty masquerade
then I have put them in a box
all that is left lies on the shelf
waiting for me to arrange pieces
If I will play this game again
Ильин Денис 13.09.2011 18:13 • Заявить о нарушении