I need something to rely on,
A gateway to where we used to be,
I need a home so I can be gone,
But there is no home when my heart is not free.
Now I am just on my own,
Seconds away from losing it all,
Knocked on the door and no ones home,
Nothing worse than being alone when you fall.
All of my once vibrant visions,
Never seemed quite so trivial,
Sometimes it seems like my heart is one incision,
Left open, shut off from all that is convivial.
We lost our home,
All we have is a place unknown,
On our own,
But only I feel all alone.
Our hearts beat as one,
Biting the hand that feeds,
What can be done,
When mine is the only one that bleeds?
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