I swear this month has chewed me up
And spit me out
And I’m so broken I can’t even
Make the right words come out of my mouth
I have no tears left and feel cold as I can
Living the true story of a broken man
Do I need to lay down right in the middle of the street.
Getting trampled by thousands of feet
Feeling nothing but hurt and defeat
Feeling alone and all together beat
And I can’t shut my eyes
Cause I’m scared of what I see
I’m scared to open them because I fear I’ll see me.
My bones get weak with the passing of time
And I swear if I hear you’ll be fine one more time
I’ll make up my mind when I get to feel fine
When I get to proceed with my story line by line
Where is the breaking point. When does it go up hill
Where does my story start to make me smile.
Do I ignore things and live in denial
Or face my demons head on during these trials.
I want to see your face and know that you’re okay
I have endless replays of the other day
When I promised you another today.
When I told you not to worry because I always stay
Then then wind shifted and the thought began to sway
That things may be about to change