What’s left to
treasure
to hold close to my chest
when everything’s gone
What do I do now
when there’s nothing left
inside anymore
I’m empty, waiting
to be filled back up again
I don’t know what to do
with all this empty space
to hold close to my chest
when everything’s gone
What do I do now
when there’s nothing left
inside anymore
I’m empty, waiting
to be filled back up again
I don’t know what to do
with all this empty space
I’m shattered
and broken
the years have turned to ash
There’s nothing and no one
to help me out of this mess
the years have turned to ash
There’s nothing and no one
to help me out of this mess
Like a vase
that’s been
emptied, flowers tossed aside
A car that’s out of gas
running off the side of the road
The picture frame
is empty of glass
the broken, shattered
Pieces in the trash
and there’s nothing to
put in its place anymore
emptied, flowers tossed aside
A car that’s out of gas
running off the side of the road
The picture frame
is empty of glass
the broken, shattered
Pieces in the trash
and there’s nothing to
put in its place anymore
I’m empty,
waiting
to be filled back up again
I don’t know what to do
with all this empty space
to be filled back up again
I don’t know what to do
with all this empty space
I’m shattered
and broken
the years have turned to ash
There’s nothing and no one
to help me out of this mess
I guess I’m going to have
the years have turned to ash
There’s nothing and no one
to help me out of this mess
I guess I’m going to have
to breathe and take my
chances by starting over
One more time, though it’s
never worked for me before
But maybe now that
I’m just a little wiser
I’ll figure it out somehow
Trust myself a bit more
chances by starting over
One more time, though it’s
never worked for me before
But maybe now that
I’m just a little wiser
I’ll figure it out somehow
Trust myself a bit more
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