Thursday, 11th July 2013

What if I said I was sorry? Would it make much sense to crawl when I've apologised countless times and changed nothing at all?
Inside the dogs are barking. I'm a booze hound on the run. But when I stop and the dust has cleared I can see what I have done.
Words get turned to bullets with shots of alcohol, and I'm in a million pieces but I want to be a whole.
Do you have 2 wings I could borrow? I will bring them back in time. You can keep my arrows I just want to find my mind.
I hope that one day my words will mean something again.
I hope that one day I will be good enough to love you like you should be.