Everyone has a way of letting things out or letting things go. It's kinda like therapy but less expensive. Sometimes someone might have just a simple thought or idea that they had stuck in their mind for some reason and needed to unleash it somehow. This is mine... this is me.



Sunday, April 3, 2011

Fall of a Broken Heart

I stare out the window as I sit here on my own.
I’m getting sick of this small town.
Another season ends in this place I call me home.
I watch the leaves fall to the ground.
Well, I wish that I had wings so I could fly away sometime.
Find my own little paradise and leave this place behind.
I checked the mail today
and I guess I’m broke again-
Just another thing that’s got me down.
Inside was a fake post card of a place I could’ve been
when you were gone and not around.
Well, I wish that I had wings so I could fly away sometime.
Find my own little paradise and leave this place behind.

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