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05 February 2011

TORN

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I thought, i saw a man brought to life
He was warm, he came around and he was dignified
He showed me what it was to cry

well, you couldn't be that man i adored
you don't seem to know
seen to care what your heart is for
but i don't know him anymore

there's nothing where he used to lie
the conversation has run dry
that's what's going on
nothing's fine, i'm torn

i'm all out of faith
this is how i feel
i'm cold and i am shamed
lying naked on the floor

illusion never change
into something real
i'm awake and i can see 
the perfect sky is torn
you're little late, i'm already torn

so i guess the fortune teller's right
should have seen just what was there
and not some holy light

it crawled beneath my veins
and now i don't care, i had no luck
i don't miss it all much
there's just so many things
that i can touch, i'm torn

i'm all out of faith
this is how i feel
i'm cold and i am shamed
lying naked on the floor

illusion never change
into something real
i'm awake and i can see 
the perfect sky is torn
you're little late, i'm already torn, torn

there's nothing where he used to lie
the conversation has run dry
that's what's going on
nothing's fine, i'm torn

i'm all out of faith
this is how i feel
i'm cold and i am shamed
lying naked on the floor

illusion never change
into something real
i'm awake and i can see 
the perfect sky is torn
you're little late, i'm already torn, torn

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