Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Broken Pieces, Broken Dreams

The Truth Hurts (Even Those Who Tell It)
10.) Broken Pieces, Broken Dreams

I thought I'd change myself,
In a new inventive way.
To try and find a reason,
For the things I didn't say.
Why when I see things clear,
Is it not like it seems?
I've lived my life with broken pieces,
And broken dreams.

Where did I go wrong?
What did I say?
Have they made a fool of me,
Just to make me feel this way?

I feel this pain closing in on me.
Oh I wish the world would let me be.
But time and time again,
This pain drops me to my knees.
It makes me lose faith in myself;
So much that I cannot help,
Those who are close to me.

Where did I go wrong?
What did I say?
Have they made a fool of me,
Just to make me feel this way?

When did things go so wrong?
Why have I been waiting so long?
For something more to happen.
When I started to change,
My world began to break.

Where did I go wrong?
What did I say?
Have they made a fool of me,
Just to make me feel this way?

When I started to change,
My world began to break.
My world began to break.
My world began to break.
Now I've got nothing but you....

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