And it hurts me to think of you,
The way you used to be..before ,
The light that used to brighten the yellow-brownish love in your
eyes.
That innocent smile at the ground.. filled of hope & trust.
You knew it wasn't the best but it was better.
The way you'd walk with faith that nothing could be strong enough
to knock you off your unmoving feet.
You spoke with such sympathy,
The care in your voice,
That I didn't really notice then,
Seems to fascinate me now.
This life was nothing but a little hurt, You could make it
through.
You used to have the world in your hands.
So tell me,
When did you break ?