Losing Yourself

I've lost myself a couple of times before I let so many people walk in and out of life like it was a revolving door Am I bruised enough to admit that I'm scared? Did I sin enough to the point where no one will be there? I fell so fast I always think that this times gonna last but as I reach out for my heart it's once again dying and all I can think about is the past Where do I turn when I can't sleep? Who will be there to give my heart some tea? When will the band aid make me well? These are the questions that I always wonder He broke it I have to fix it No manual to help me No good remedies to mend it All I have is two broken halves and a bottle of cheap kindergarten paste that's supposed to help glue me back again I've been lost before and it's not ordinary tour but I will find this door me myself and I will be just fine with time.