Saturday, February 2, 2013

This is my face of letting go...


Tell me the wars you're fighting,
behind the smile you're hiding,
and all the things I know you want to scream.

So I'll just say what you won't say,
and I'll take the blame, if it's for your sake,
because there's no turning back
and there's so many things we can't save.

I tried to remember the prison cell,
the one that used to be a shelter.
Now I'm just looking for a way out,
and I can't fight you anymore,
I've already got one foot out the door.