I want to write a song
A song just for me
All the truths and lies that go through my head
But I can't find my rhythm
It's all over my mind, and yet i can't find it
How do these tunes twist my heart
The tiny cracks are the doors to the things I feel
And if you were In there, would you try to escape?
You, who breaks my heart from the inside
Are you there?
Do you see all the stitches and broken parts that need to be mended from the inside?
All the little things that work just to hold me up and keep me from falling apart
And when all that's over, I collapse unto my couch at 2am
When the city is asleep and I no longer feel unwanted
I belong with them, the people who couldn't sleep
They lie awake at night and wonder
I wonder too
Just like them, I needed to be mended and whole again
Where would I find such an answer?
They say "At Midnight with the Stars, the Moon, and my living room."