Its 4 in the morning
for another book on the shelf
Wondering if the drugs would really affect my health
and how it was never about myself
There are colors that swirl around me
but inside I don't see a whole lot
Just a picture of the girl who made my heart stop
Don't think this is a place I can be
living in the past can be so unhealthy
Would it be better off if I hit the road
if I leave now my heart cant be sold
The trains are once again calling
I can hear them every time I start falling
I used to be someone to look up to
Helping out neighbors, friends anyone with burdens
I wasn't alone, I had nothing to atone
you left and I couldn't understand where the happiness had gone
But the fear in my heart turned white into dark
turning to shots of whiskey
Just wish I could hold our tiny little spark
Watching her grow up from a distance
Cause we weren't ready to start
Would it be better off if I hit the road
if I leave now my heart cant be sold
The trains are once again calling
I can hear them every time I start falling
Bridge:
Oh you always climb up that tree so high
Would you just come down so we can fly away
Take a train through this awful pain
and lets try to forget how where both insane
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