Ramble Away, Loves.
Why must my body be broken?
Why must my mind be torture?
How can I run away,
From something I've found comfort..
The scars are deep,
They are spread over a creamy sheet,
A sheet of flesh,
With life underneath,
The scars become deeper,
Plucking away like an orchestral song,
The notes are being hit,
Each one forming something new.
The life I had,
The life I have,
The life I want,
The life I'm unsure of.
I want to run,
And never look back,
But before I run,
Could someone fix me?
Grasp each broken piece,
And form a whole?
Could someone for once..
Make my mind shut off,
My body go limp,
And just have me by my heart,
No strings attached?
Why must my mind be torture?
How can I run away,
From something I've found comfort..
The scars are deep,
They are spread over a creamy sheet,
A sheet of flesh,
With life underneath,
The scars become deeper,
Plucking away like an orchestral song,
The notes are being hit,
Each one forming something new.
The life I had,
The life I have,
The life I want,
The life I'm unsure of.
I want to run,
And never look back,
But before I run,
Could someone fix me?
Grasp each broken piece,
And form a whole?
Could someone for once..
Make my mind shut off,
My body go limp,
And just have me by my heart,
No strings attached?