So, you're hungry for a taste. Of the other side. Where the grass is thick and green. . But your feet are on familiar ground. Frozen and afraid of what you might lack.
How many times can a heart be defeated. Before it decides to give in. How many times can a soul be mistreated. Before being locked up within. . Some days I wish I could make myself cry.
There I go again, falling off the deep end. Looks like Im sinking into my old ways. I think I know it all, thats when I start to fall. . Just cant seem to get it right these days.