Sometimes I wish I were little again
So that pretend is more real
And the real is less so
Hiding under the dingy steps
Watching the light tickle
The early morning dew
Most of the time
I just wish you were here
To love me again
So I just sit here
Toiling away, wrapping memories
of you round me tight like a mummy
Bandaging my bleeding heart
Tighter and tighter
Cutting off the circulation till its numb
You used to hold me. You used to love me
And like a child I can't help but wonder
Why don't you anymore?
All I am anymore
Are broken pieces
Held together by memories
Of you…
Why don't you love me anymore?
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