this is an old one and kinda sad but i like it..its called Torn tired and alone, a thin black line a feeling i can't even begin to describe the moment i feel it, and know its not fine the moment of truth, in deaths design what is it for, i never cared scared of things, that are never there and the bliss is gone, escaped once more i felt it go, what was it for and all i find is empty promises with broken words while it's not me, that you prefered cut these strings, that hold me tight cause maybe you would make it, be alright i'm left to search, what i cannot see left to find, what i cannot be all i feel is this cold jagged tear and see how nothing, will just disappear cause deep inside, i'm torn and broken i find myself, constantly choking what could of been, couldn't have because this is me, and i realize i'm nothing better than that all i am is a shade less than before but i can't take anymore
such melancholy words, onelovemarley. 'cut these strings, that hold me tight' we've all had that feeling.
i love this in all i felt while reading an overwhelming need to say no woman no cry..................... thank you for posting your words, love n peace from saff.......
