Sunday, October 24, 2010

The sound of letting go

(I hate that you gave it to her)

It’s so far away now
That someday we pretend can happen
When I hear your voice it’s easier to believe
But I can get so lost in the missing pieces
I don’t know how to finish another day
When I’m barely keeping these demons at bay
And I don’t know how to ask you to stay when I’m still stuck in yesterday
The things that stand tall crumble with pressure
How can I hold this up with unknown promises I can only hope are true

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