Tell me what to do When all of the places I have travelled to And all the people I cried to Made me realized No one can touch my soul like you do. Tell me what to do When my summer has turned into an endless winter, My days are as empty as the old castles in North Yorkshire, My fingers bleed as I tried to remove the dagger And my insufferable pain turned into anger. But then again Tell me what to do Tell me how not to break my own heart, Tell me how not to hurt myself for wanting something pure For wanting someone to keep me warm When all of these times the only warmth I felt Was when I burned the house that I left. Still, tell me what to do, When the clouds start shifting, No shadow of you nor his, And I can feel my heart stop beating, For the people I loved, for the life that I have lived. -miss white horse
Since when, The rays of the sun didn't keep me warm, The sapphire sky didn't plastered a smile on my face, Roaming down the railway by myself, The only sound I heard was my footsteps. Since when, The darkness of the night didn't frighten me, The chills of the storm didn't bother me, Hitting the gas ninety miles per hour, The only headlights on the road were my own. Since when, The softness of their voice didn't comfort me, The promises didn't appear as indulging as they used to be, Empty mug at the booth back of the restaurant, The shoulder I cried on was my own. Since when, The girl in the mirror looked dead and weary, The vibrance of my presence has faded away, "Maybe you have lost your sparks," they said, Maybe I am just lost, tired and scared. -ms.whitehorse