Monday, October 10, 2011

Broken Mornings

Broken mornings scar my life
I’ve decided to runaway
I’m riding on a wave in the empty ocean
You will all soon fade away

Horizons bleak, the sun shining down
My neck, it tells me to give up
I still hang on, just for the heck of it
Coz I don’t really wanna go down in flames

Up ahead, I see a ray of hope
Which is ironic, coz it’s day
But something about it looks different
I guess I’ll take my chances, anyway

I don’t wanna be the one who’s left out
I don’t wanna be the one who always says
That, ‘You know I could’ve been a real somebody
Had my fate turned another way’

I guess this is how it feels like
To be devoid, of all senses
To put your faith in something so passionately
That your own true self feels light years away

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