These memories that we salvage become part of us. Being stronger and jaded, all at the same time. Where's the sense in that?? Where's the sense in goodbye when all began with hello. One word I sometimes wished I never said. But then I wouldn't be here today to bask in the glory of what's left. There should be a warning on some people. "Beware." One word that I would probably have ignored anyway. Where's the sense in that?? The heart overrides the head and I liked it. For a while. Where's the sense in that?? Now that I'm stronger and jaded at the same time, I've learned. Sense doesn't have a place here. Where's the sense in that??
I meant it not this way but the tears just flow and my makeup smearing all the more, leaving behind that familiar filthy residue. I may have begun to drive myself away, dragging you down as well. But it's done, I've flipped the switch and now it's dark once more. How painful is the music to my ears, I can't stand to be alone in it, yet here I am again. I pray you fly back and safely and warmly to me, though I fear I've dug the grave too deeply. As the dirt shifts within my soul, I choke on those loving words I'd meant for you. All the fragments of light I see becoming smaller and I wish to be near you in your embrace that might make me feel the warmth I'm missing. And in reality, I doubt I'd breathe another breath without you. So come hither and quickly soothe my dying heart, you are the only cure I know. I cry and cry again, come hither to heal and love me. Come hither and help me dry my tears.
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