Sorry could you repeat that,
I didn’t listen.
Was thinking and got lost there
a little, in my own head.
There are Storys being written,
on my mind right now.
While your talking
about someone, somewhere, somehow.
Sorry I cant follow you.
I have to find my own way. ~nameless artist
Should have helped you from the start, put together the broken parts, put back together your little broken heart. To make it whole again. Before I started loving you, with scratched up broken hands. ~nameless artist