Brokeness
Always feeling so tired, I never get a chance to breathe on my own.
People always telling the best for me, they don't even know me, The me that I
see.
Pain seems to follow me where ever I go, and just when I think I've gained a
lead, I slip from the road. I can't even walk alone, I need someone by me, I
need someone to hold, I need someone to hold. Every time I get close I just
seem lose more, and I can't understand that it has to be this way. Everytime
I fall short, everytime I'm blinded by love, all I feel afterwards, is
brokeness. Why do I worry? Why do I care? After all this is what I'm used to,
Brokeness.
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