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.
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