A Hundred Roses

To the sound of poetry

Staring at the bathroom wall, I still don't know
What's left from me, my empty hands are letting out
The words that my soul has failed to say before
In this lonely night I'll let you know what's wrong.

I was hoping you would have called tonight
I needed you the most, before I closed my eyes
And silently hoped it was you who I'd sleep beside
Instead of the fears that were running down my eyes.

I'm tired of the I'm fines, of all the fake smiles
I'm sorry I've let you down way too many times
It feels so wrong but is it okay if it makes me feel alive
This never ending pain that's haunting me again.

Watch the desperate tears coming out my eyes
As the pencil lets out this empty words full of regret,
As the white Moon behind the dark clouds hides
I'll keep pretending I have no scars to hide.

Your words were sharp enough to break my heart
Yet your lies were true enough to heal my scars
It's funny the way you act like you know me well
When tonight I don't even know myself.

I'm trying so hard but I feel so far from myself
Heavy footsteps walking towards the place where
These words are honest enough to say I'm sorry
Where my thoughts come out to the sound of poetry.