Aug 18, 2009 17:56
EXPIRED
I worked my fingers to the bone
Just to make myself a home
That never felt like one at all
Well, it's a long fall from grace,
With no smile left on my face
It was just me and misery
Alone.
I missed that ebb and flow
Of goodbyes and hellos,
And the road through a rear view mirror
Back before I grew tired
Secondhand
Expired
And all I lost
Was my voice.