Break Me

November 27, 2010

Break me, Break me.

Is this what you hear when my lips utter sound?

When you told me I was special, was that just you saying I’m  just like the others?

Break me, Break me.

Finish the crumbling of my heart for me to sweep up.

I quite, I don’t want to be your lies anymore.

Break me, Break me.

That’s the new rhythm my feeble heart now beats to.

What are you waiting for? There’s nothing left of this road we called ours.

Break me, Break me.


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