Back To The Roots
I sit in angst with my broken heart in my hand but its still,
its still beating in my hand.
I mean it has been broken and the question is not
will it go back?
its ‘who will help it go back?’.
Its beats
beats
but nothing comes out, just the sound of silence and me just waiting
waiting in angst.
Have you ever felt alone?
Alone in the sense where you know you have people who care for you but not about you?
As in you just want someone to make that choice to appreciate you for you?
Its not that hard,
Its not that hard at all.
I guess I just keep waiting for that, for anything..
I am like a tree waiting for the roots to spread
just spread out and find that love
find the fucking love.
Find that girl with the big heart and smile
find that girl that likes me with no second opinion.
I want it,
I want all of it,
I want her!
I am just a broken down machine waiting to get repaired
but it doesn’t come,
she doesn’t come to repair me
she doesn’t come
so I sit unrepairable
like a drug addict feigning.
Maybe I am broken
maybe I’m broke,
or maybe I finally see the light.
I think I seen the light,
but I end up just hiding in the dark.
My roots can just shrivel up
it can just vanish..
it can vanish without finding a cure for my unrepairable me.
It can vanish.
Like I now will vanish in the night.
