Broken
"I wanted you to know, I love the way you laugh,
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away.
I keep your photograph, and I know it serves me well,
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain.
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome,
And I don't feel right when you're gone away.
You've gone away, you don't feel me, here anymore..."
There's something so futile about staring at pictures of better times, the memories they evoke. Everything's so different now, and no matter what I can think of to do or say nothing's going to change. We'll never get back to the way we were then, and it's all my fault.
I don't even know why I try anymore.
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away.
I keep your photograph, and I know it serves me well,
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain.
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome,
And I don't feel right when you're gone away.
You've gone away, you don't feel me, here anymore..."
There's something so futile about staring at pictures of better times, the memories they evoke. Everything's so different now, and no matter what I can think of to do or say nothing's going to change. We'll never get back to the way we were then, and it's all my fault.
I don't even know why I try anymore.