Sometimes I wish I could curl up in my corner
And cry everything out
Every frown
Every tear
Every thought
Every breath of life
From within me
Because crying myself to sleep
Doesn't solve any of my problems
And I know they'll only be worse
In the morning
Just like yesterday
Last week
And the months before
I'm beaten so far down
I don't even have the will
To seek vengeance
Upon the ones who made me this way
Empty promises and wrong answers
Taunt me with dellusions of a better tomorrow
If only
If only
If only I could afford to ignore them
I'm so desparate for a way out of this
I chase every pipe dream
And cling to each lost cause
Because I don't care
About how hopeless it may be
When it's been so long
Since I had any hope
At all
So I'll break another promise
And take another failure
And maybe someday
I'll have enough tears
To drown in
© 2007 Thorn
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