Lonely heart at 3 am
Tears streaming from my eyes again
Thinking, how did I get here
How did I get here?
Numbing the pain with drinks and pills
Cause there's a void needed to be filled
All I want is to be held
But once again. there's no one there
Oh, what a disaster
What a mess I made
I'm just a doll, used up and played
No one can save me from this hell I've made for myself
I'm just another daydream to be forgotten and left behind
Just another statistic left to shrivel up and die
Pieceds of my heart lay here shattered on the floor
Too small to ever matter, It's not like they did before
Smiling through the pain even though I'm teary eyed
Choking on all the godforsaken lies
Oh, what a disaster
What a mess I made
I'm just a doll, used up and played
No one can save me from this hell I've made for myself
I'm just another daydream to be forgotten and left behind
Just another statistic left to shrivel up and die
One day, my skies won't be so cludy
The thunderstorms will turn into sunny days
I'll have hope, I'll have faith, I'll grab onto god's grace
Oh, it's not a disaster
Cleaned up the mess I made
I'm not a doll who's all used up and played
God saved me from this hell I made for myself
I'm not just a daydream to be forgotten and left behind
I won't be another statistic left to shrivel up and die
YOU ARE READING
Lonely Heart
PoetryA song I wrote, half based on my own experience, and half based on what some of my family has been through.
