I cried myself to sleep
Knowing we’re apart
I woke up in the morning
With a hole in my heart
You are so close to me
Yet you are so far
I wish I could make good
The way that things are
The thoughts in my head are unforgiving
I’m nothing more than a dead man living
…
I have promised myself
That I will learn to let go
I will try to hold on
To all the things that I know
Sometimes I feel that
Everything’s alright
But I am only kidding
Myself in the night
I am in a state of constant seething
I’m nothing more than a dead man breathing
…
Should I run back to you?
Should I be running away?
If I change myself would
Fortune turn my way?
One moment I’m hopeful
The next I just quit
I’m fearing every step
Yet I’m scared…
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