10th September, 2009 - Life's Breakdown

You said it was chanceless, too hopeless to dream
They helped, liquid lies to blow off the steam
Shards of broken laughter, you never worried much
I might cut my hand off with the lightest kind of touch

We sat on the pavement, the guitar in your lap
The tones won’t bring back the wishes you had
The chords you were playing, the sounds so tying
I didn’t say a word, feeling terrifying

The air smelled like spirit, bringing truth to light
Two wrong things don’t make one right
I never told you because I knew that you know
You needed more than advice and shelter to go

“I don’t need any sympathy” but I swore that you did
So I spent consolation, but we both denied it
Too proud, too conceited and though not clear in your mind
Not willing to leave the problems behind

Because if that’s the solution, you want your problem back
Can’t bare the first pain, too much will lack
It would be so much that you couldn’t drown
“I don’t know if I’ll survive this breakdown”

As you dived into future but died in the past
The first day of present was also your last
But when you’re stuck in the past and future won’t come
There’s no more chance to make things undone