I'm broken, wide
open.
You've shattered all we
had.
And I'm through with hoping.
Somehow I'm gonna put the pieces back.
I've cried me, an
ocean.
Now there's nothing left
inside.
I'm done here not knowing. Where do you go when the tears run
dry?
if you were the wood, i'd be the fire.
if you were the love,
i'd be the desire.
if you were a castle, i'd be your
moat,
and if you were an ocean, i'd learn to f l o a
t .
. . . . . . . .
. . . . . . .
.