had one chance, one opportunity, your moment to do whatever you wanted, would you take it or let it... Slip.
- I'm losing my grip on the throttle, a broken glass bottle stabbing into, my heart beating red, slowly ripped to shreds...
I watch as it unfolds, in Italics and in Bold. My love was golden, now it's just broken. It could have been great but I blew it. I can't even make it up to you, a stain glass window steering me away from truth.
And now I sit watch you as lovers, I'm a broken end, a tattered piece of cloth, withered at the edges, in the fourth dimension, there is no more tension. I'm just lost.
And I should have been cross, but I didn't have it in me, it was my fault, and mine only. I broke us by mistake, and now I'm left to pay. So this what you meant that you said that you were spent. And now I'm struggling with rent.
And my heart still bleeds, like the wind on a summers eve. I do not think I can go on. But maybe I can try. To... Be Unbroken.
- "Broken Pieces" By _Umbreon_