Self

And as the night drags out
Another hour waiting on a ghost
And as the walls turn black
The memories turn tight against your throat
Oh all the promises
Turn and raise their double sided smiles
And as your feelings show
You hide behind the words of a child
Burnt by the breaking of your heart
Torn down to where the hurting starts
Oh and the story books
Are nothing more than scratches on the glass
And as your eyes stay shut
You’re holding on to all that should go past
Oh but the noise is cold
It’s colder than the trust you laid to rest
And the room feels old
You keep the child inside your sunken chest
Burnt by the breaking of your heart
Torn down to where the hurting starts