Four in the morning and I'm sober walking through the rain. It doesn't matter where I'm going everywhere's the same. Cold dark room. I've put myself into.
Im building my own cell tonight. And I will never make a key. It s just me in the dark. Alone here with my heart. Wont you come and set me free. And you and I we have a history.
You find the color in things I don't see. And you found a way to make me believe that I.... I don't have to walk this road alone. And patience I can lack to live and learn is what I need.
Do you ever feel. That you can't wake up. That today's a dream. And you've just been stuck. That nothing in this house breathes the same. If everybody in the room maybe stepped out.
I hear you say the sun is setting and it's time to find belief. In something other than a heart that seems to dangle from a string. We've strung on this piano.
Where did you go?. How will I know. If you hear me out. I need this now. Watching as the leaves fall down. The colors where we use to run and play. Another years flown by I feel.
You came for every single second I had. The way I loved you from just under my breath. Was a constant reminder that what beat in my chest. Wasnt mine anymore Id guessed.
I found hope in the back of a closet. Written by a child and on pieces of parchment yellowed and old. Ive never seen that kind of belief. I set to read a story of kindness where even just one kiss could change how we read this and help us get lost in the pattern so ageless it conquers the cost.