A footstep somewhere stirs me,
Deep inside my head.
This isn't how i want to be,
Crying, broken on my bed.
I need to see your pain,
Prove that your not real.
On my bed, thats where I've lain,
I swear it's no big deal.
Maybe one day, I'll forget,
The things that we once shared.
Yet this pain causes regret,
And how do I know you cared.
I put away your things,
That I was so proud to recieve.
Like a butterfly with torn wings,
And a future I don't believe.
Later I'll go out again,
Face up to the music.
To hide that I'm insane,
But no I cannot lose it.
Surely there must be a way,
To rid my thoughts of you.
I'll save it for another day,
For that's what I must do.
I know deep down inside,
That I'll never lose this love.
For in my heart is where you hide,
Covered from above.
It's funny how the heart's so brittle,
You want to see me break and fall,
But you're just a battered little,
Picture on my wall. |
