I break my own heart, and watch it fall
And all the while I stand tall
But my soul threatens to pull me down
I wander, lost, in this strange town
Words left hanging on a breakable thread
Silence fills the spaces instead
The pain in your eyes is more than I can take
But I can't, and I won't let you see my heart break
So many things left to say
We turn our backs and walk away
About Me
- Cara
- A thought fills my brain, which then gives birth to an idea, an idea so infectious it can only be settled by being chained down to a piece of paper with a pen. This idea sets my synapses firing, and sends convulsion to my hand, which then, by some miracle, begins to write.
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