Sitting in a cold, empty room once more
wondering if this time will be any different...
Feeling nothing
Not knowing what is real...
*I'm going on a missions trip July 20 to New...
In just one week I’ll be gone...
Always live life in the moment
Take every second...
The difference between us
Is that I'm not fake...
She's pretty; flawless
She's smart; gorgeous...
Its hard to explain
Its just something I'm going through...
As forks transverse my smooth laid road
And vacant hearts stumble on gold...
She most likely
sees the most beautiful...
Shes learning to fall
Shes learning to ask...
When the pieces come together,
Just to fall apart...
Lookin at her now, rotting away in her home
you wouldn't think much at all...