A Funeral And A Wheelchair For WoMAN’s Best Friend

January 15, 2011
Why can’t I make decision on my own anymore? Why is it that everything I choose is never the right path?

I can’t see myself living on this way; I can’t go on with this lie in my heart. I need to get it out. I need to set it free.

Break apart my heart and tear out my soul, but you’ll never find my conviction, you’ll never know what I want to say.

[breakdown] - Break open my life. Break apart my heart. Break apart my life. Break open my worthless heart.


So where are you? And why must you keep me in your grip? Why are you acting this way, and why are you so ignorant?

[breakdown] - Tell me what’s on your mind. Tell me what I can do to be better. So tell me what’s on your mind, and tell me what I can do to be better now.


Tell me I’m not alone. Tell me you’re still there holding my hand. Just give me a hint to show you’re still here with me. Instead of hiding behind uncertainty, hide behind me. I’ll protect you. Just come find me.


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