What have i become? the lonely hearted
the broken minded, the lost soul of a man who is out of a heart.
I cant help but see the sun lining up with the horizon
but the clock seems to be out of time
The short breathe of morning is only a second of bliss
and I cant think of anything but your soft kiss.
My hands are rough like the voice that i speak
falling from this awful mountain peak
On the day that I saw the rocks crumbling
I tried picking them up and placing them back
Cant keep up with the soon to be disastrous life.
No use in trying your becoming expired
the love that I once had will soon be retired.
No inspiration when a shattered dream is finally dying.
Wish i had the strength to keep on fighting.
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