"If we examine every stage of our lives, we find that from our first breath to our last we are under the constraint of circumstances. And yet we still possess the greatest of all freedoms, the power of developing our innermost selves in harmony with the moral order of the Universe, and so winning peace at heart whatever obstacles we meet." ~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Hanging by a Thread
When I cry
I close my eyes
And every tear falls
Down inside
And I pray
With all my might
That I will find my heart
In someone's arms
When I cry
Cry...
When I cry
And when I'm sad
I think of every awful thing I ever did
And when I cry
There is no love
No there is nothing
That can comfort me enough
When I cry
Cry...
Oh the salt inside my body ruins
Everyone I come close to
My hands are barely holding up my head
I am so tired of looking at my feet
And all the secrets that I keep
My heart is barely hanging by a thread
Hanging by a thread...
Oh look at me
At all I've done
I've lost so many things that I so dearly loved
I've lost my soul
I've lost my pride
Oh I lost any hope of having a sweet life
And so I cry...
Cry...
Cry...
Oh the salt inside my body ruins
Everyone I come close to
My hands are barely holding up my head
I am so tired of looking at my feet
And all the secrets that I keep
My heart is barely hanging by a thread
Hanging by a thread...
I miss you all
I wish I was
With you now
I wish... I.... was...
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