I went outside, took a breath to decide
Didn't care anymore about our love from before
You tore me apart, every beat of my heart
Got into my car and drove through the night
Rested my head till the morning light
Maybe now I'd think straight
Forward by keeping the faith
I'm not proud of what I've done
Away from you is a place to run
So I'll point these wheels and keep going west
Take the good and leave behind the rest
until I find the piece you stole from my soul, I know
I will sing old songs till peace healed the hole
That I can find my own words and find my own
And forget what you said about me not being enough
Because my guitar plays, it still can play on broken strings
You said that I wouldn't get too far on my own
In my beat up Mustang surely not alone
There's a lot of tread and miles up ahead
You didn't know about all of my pride
About the times you hurt me and I smiled inside
Now I don't ask for a thing
Cello's can play with one string
Even if it took some time
Leaving you was the best thing I've done
So I'll point these wheels and keep going west
Take the good and leave behind the rest
Till I find the piece you stole from my soul, I know
Because my guitar plays,
It still can play on broken strings
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Dandelions In The Wind
PoetryThere are a lot of reasons why people write. For me it has always been like an addiction, a reporting on the world and therapy. People are my greatest inspiration and God created so many variants and flavours that we would always have something to...
