I finally cried the other day.
I was laying in the arms of a dream
but the dream had pot hole and plot holes
Never a beginning or end
Just a common question:
What are we really doing here?
No one wants a Wind up doll that doesn't dance
No longer does a heart reside inside this chest
but a voided chasm which is eating me from the inside out
how did I become this person?
how did I become this thing
Its like I'm dying in the middle of the street
and everyone just keeps walking
So here I fall
passing through the fire to get to the other side
i don't want to have to be that strong
But with my arms wrapped around myself
I cry
and try and believe in a dream
that will never be mine...
