Raindrops fall from the wings above. I continue to dream of times long past and wake to feel my heart shattering further. I dream of sunshine, friends, happy days we used to share. But I wake up knowing they'll never be there no matter how much I may wish for it. I live, just another, story of a broken heart. Why did I give my all, why did they hurt me, why do I still worry about them, why should I care? My life is wonderful, but awful. I have the most, I'm the most successful...but I feel I am the most alone. So I keep hearing their words of kindness and care echoing in the night, rining through my ears. I wait to so if they were true. So I'll just sit here waiting in the dark.
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