ink, blood & tears

easy is the descent into hell.

Monday, July 03, 2006

she falls apart, by herself

no one's there to talk or understand
feels the sting, dries her eyes
finds herself
opens the door and sighs

people see right through you
everyone who knew you well
falls apart
might as well
day is long and nothing is wasted.

runaway, runaway
want to hold on to you but you're going away
runaway, runaway
want to hold you tomorrow but you're leaving today