Sitting here at my desk,
writing this song in my dim, lonely room
In front of me, I see myself
When I was young
through the glass of a picture frame
Then my eyes shift to the mirror
Which tells me I’ll get better soon
Coz
I’m not alright
Though it may seem I’m all fixed
I’m just glued porcelain
You’ll see the cracks clearly from the inside
I am Jack’s misunderstood heart
But this isn’t a love song
it’s not meant to be
Who can understand me?
Soothe me
When everything in this world seems meaningless,
you suddenly become real
I need love
-> Not criticism
I need love
-> Not discouragement
I need love
-> Not another set of rules
I am the prodigal son
I am the lost coin
I am the hypocrite
I am the lost soul
So Save me
And when I cry to bleed my tears away
It saddens me to think
That everyone’s posessed to some degree
And the only way to be ultimately free
is for this prison to die
Will you judge me now
As you see me like this
Written July 18, 2009 9:00pm
