One mess of fallen pieces
Missing from this puzzle
“We’re all nothing inside”
And with the running
Away from yourself.
You hate what you see
And you turn, its easiest
But I’m all over here
Waiting. And watching.
I know what you feel
I felt it burning hot inside your eyes.
you stared.
And admired.
And I felt you fall
Through the windows of glass
And indecision
I felt you cut me
But I held those tears
Because I know where you’re running.
I’m always with you.
Copyright 2004 Exodus
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