What if:
A) some things are destined to failure
B) some things are never meant to be
C) someone never sees
D) someone never opens
E) somehow we are different
Though I never claimed to be right
Give to me the benefit of doubt
I brought you fires
That you put out
I brought you fires
For I cannot be without
I came with sadness
But this my shattered heart can't bear
What of the times in exile
What of the hours passed
What if touches seem too trivial
You can never tell me I'm wrong
A song I've heard so long
So what if healing takes forever
So what if time is meant for others
So what is left is but a shatter
And what is broken can't be whole
....
These hearts are built to sound the saddest of tunes
Tor ring the shades of hungry needles and scars of old longing
Where our numbered days meet our best intentions lay clouded by the weights we carried in our hearts and on our skin
Where can I fall when there's no-one to catch me?
What will I do when my soul breaks?
Who'll hear me then?
Dear, keep those clouds at bay
so this won't be just more dead poetry
to fall upon ears that have long since gone deaf
Let us heal these jagged exit wounds
Wash away all the stains and together make things right again and never let go
For once this feels so real
A) some things are destined to failure
B) some things are never meant to be
C) someone never sees
D) someone never opens
E) somehow we are different
Though I never claimed to be right
Give to me the benefit of doubt
I brought you fires
That you put out
I brought you fires
For I cannot be without
I came with sadness
But this my shattered heart can't bear
What of the times in exile
What of the hours passed
What if touches seem too trivial
You can never tell me I'm wrong
A song I've heard so long
So what if healing takes forever
So what if time is meant for others
So what is left is but a shatter
And what is broken can't be whole
....
These hearts are built to sound the saddest of tunes
Tor ring the shades of hungry needles and scars of old longing
Where our numbered days meet our best intentions lay clouded by the weights we carried in our hearts and on our skin
Where can I fall when there's no-one to catch me?
What will I do when my soul breaks?
Who'll hear me then?
Dear, keep those clouds at bay
so this won't be just more dead poetry
to fall upon ears that have long since gone deaf
Let us heal these jagged exit wounds
Wash away all the stains and together make things right again and never let go
For once this feels so real