The aching minutes ticking away,
A change in direction towards a different day,
Leaving the path buried in the sand,
Throwing away the truth at hand.
The promises left unkept,
Have left this path unswept,
But it's just stubbornness holding us back,
The ever expanding crack.
It's all just a crack in the surface,
A friendship left in the wrong place,
A forgotten memory,
A hope left in the debris.
Fighting our hearts against a strain,
Fighting the fire we can't contain,
We burn under the power we can't control,
Falling into our own black hole.
Hovering over the coal,
The smoldering ash gone cold,
Hoping for it to still glow from gray,
So it can become a torch to guide the way.
It's just a crack in the surface,
A friendship left in the wrong place,
A forgotten memory,
A hope left in the debris.
We condemn each other to say we're right,
Bloody our knuckles to say we won the fight,
But under these smiles hides a frown,
All these endings are slowing us down.
We breath in the smoke,
The last of this hope that hasn't broke,
Looking to sweep away the sand from the end,
That has buried away our lost friend.
It's just a crack in the surface,
A friendship left in the wrong place,
A forgotten memory,
A hope left in the debris.
A crack in the surface,
A crack in the surface of my heart,
A drop it can not survive,
A drop self-inflected,
To prove that what we thought was broken,
Was just a crack in the surface.
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