Morning Mourning
Maybe it was me, it could've been
She wanted something better
I could lie
tell myself I've been here before
It's nothing more than a flesh wound
it'll heal by morning
still I sit here this day mourning
Mourning my loss of faith
Why do I repeat the same refrain
I've never been here before
the news hurts much more
cause I don't know if these past days
those very feelings I shared
the tears that went pouring down my face
the last of those nights
were the real tears of a broken angel
I wanted to be told I was good enough
but I'm not strong enough to handle
another loss at my disposal
No hand of my own to hold anymore
of all people, why me
Does fate hate me
Is love something I can't achieve
All these questions mean nothing
for the answers I searched for all the time
only come up in a rhyme
with everything I've hoped for
laying roses on the grave of me
laid the grace of mercy
Why does this world betray me
not like it was ever a friend to me
with everything I once held dear
the rumor I cried over
Could it be true
I need to let it go
but I'm far from over....
far from over...
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