Tell me what to do.

 

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