Dec 08, 2004 00:22
A dark room --
I should have been asleep by now.
Staring at the purple X's on my hands
Telling me I'm different than the crowd.
Only 18 -- I'm too young for some things
Too young to drink
Too young for concern
But too old to blink and miss what's here
I can't shut my eyes
Im not built to supress
Oh God, I need help
When my heart is on the line
Who can change this man?
This helpless romantic, begging to be understood
Without words.
Who can help this man?
This breaking heart, so weak and surrendered
Without defenses.
No more walls for me
No more inconsitancy
But I can't shake this past
And I want this to last
Because I need You
More than being understood.
Take care of us. I beg You.