Flowing

I miss not worrying about anything at all, I miss being ok on my own; Now I’m busy thinking; I want to but I can’t once again become numb; Flowing like ice in my veins tidal waves crash; Fragments of who I once was rebuilt into a brighter vision; Emotions of a falling star too much for the likes of me; Keeping company with shadows no one there nothing to see, but it was always so easy; Flowing like ice in my veins tidal waves crash; Fragments of who I once was rebuilt into a brighter vision; Heavy is the price of flushed paint; When you realize it’s tricky to maintain the color; With your handprints on my mind it’s simpler to remain broken.