You break me every day
You break me down and I break down at some point
Every day the heartbreak finds me and I wander the halls wailing like a ghost
Like a ghost
I never wanted to be a ghost
I just hope to die every day
It’s not the same I don’t want to be left behind I don’t want to be here any way
In what defense do I call I have none I never had any
Come at me with the sharp things you want to say
They’re true aren’t they?
Or you wouldn’t think it.
It must be true then.
To be thought.
My mind and my body are failing me they want to go back to bed and never get out again
I’m so tired so tired I can’t feel anything
Not even the sting of words said unsaid
Please just follow me
I only thought I knew you wanted me
But I don’t have anyone else
The set up becomes so oppressive
When the build up just leads to a punch line
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