This is a warning.
We all need someone to walk on.. I just wish I'd been forewarned about the oncoming stampede. Maybe then things would be different, but instead I lie here, castigated, near unrecognizable, and still they fall and fall and fall. This hail storm is never-ending; I'm simply dying for winter flakes, anything I'd give for an escape.
There are so many things that I can't say, so many things that can't be written or set down. Instead, I'll place them upon my back, and drag them onto the pavement with me. Calling out for help, only inaudible conversation tumbling out of my mouth; I'll bend every which-way for you.
I don't know where, when or why everything happened to go so wrong.. I just wish with every ounce of heart that I have left, that someone would tell me how to make this right again. Please, help me pick up these pieces of me; I'm losing everything, like you wouldn't believe.
There are so many things that I can't say, so many things that can't be written or set down. Instead, I'll place them upon my back, and drag them onto the pavement with me. Calling out for help, only inaudible conversation tumbling out of my mouth; I'll bend every which-way for you.
I don't know where, when or why everything happened to go so wrong.. I just wish with every ounce of heart that I have left, that someone would tell me how to make this right again. Please, help me pick up these pieces of me; I'm losing everything, like you wouldn't believe.