In the twilight of December
I sit alone waiting for the stars to keep me company…
Broken Dreams are dangerous things to me.
Life up in flames, smoldering in sham.
Running scared holds the pain off, but only temporarily.
My head full of truths I can’t even
Bear to put down in script.
I feel like my heart was stripped
All I’ve ever wanted lies in ruins.
Analyze, break everything down
It seems my whole world got flipped around
Pick myself apart to find what’s broken.
It’s a cycle, but I think I it’s stopped
This game called love.
Unsure at first, turned into black and white
And now I’m stuck in the grey.
But I would give anything to make it clear as day.
I tell him I love him, and he turns the other way.
I’ve got to be ready to roll with the change
Stare myself in the face and be unashamed
For the flames that can destroy one dream can be a positive
Thing if you stand up and rise from the ashes.
So what does it all mean
When does not giving up become chasing broken dreams?
But I can’t see the sun for the clouds,
Although it’s possible he might come around
There’s no easy escape from heartbreak.
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