I have a confession
I'm alone
I've been pushing out
My loveones
They understand
And walk away
It's sad they easily give up on me
How heart wants
Something else
Than the illusions my brain gives it?
If it only rule I'd be better
Better
I wish I could hit the mirror
And trow out all this hateful pieces of me
No one to rebuild me
I've had been running in my head
And I've get bored in that vicious circle
Called by my name
My hand
Has been cold
And I've shoved any cloth
So many needys needing me
But where are those who cover my own needs
Not to complain
I am pleased
But even the Lord needs a hand
I wish I could hit the mirror
And trow out all this hateful pieces of me
No one to rebuild me
I've had been running in my head
And I've get bored in that vicious circle
Called by my name
Oh oh...
Take me all and clear all the dirt
Whip out the blur on eyes
To look at those things that really mean something at least....
At least...
I wish I could hit the mirror
And trow out all this hateful pieces of me
No one to rebuild me
I've had been running in my head
And I've get bored in that vicious circle
Called by my name
Called by their names...
I'll break the mirror....
I'll crash it whole
I'll clean my dirt
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