Now you ask me to move past; forward with this hurt inside.
Broken now; and falling apart. Touch the clock of time; turn it back for the mercy of my soul.
I can not move . . . past this pain; words, feelings and disguise; the truth is out; it can not hide. My anger fills me and I am hushed.
Not bruised; but broken heart beats in crazed rhythm; it's hard to say what I'll do if I'm pushed.
I walk away; turn off the phone; your words haunting my soul. |