I turn my gaze inward
Looking deep once again
Pulling broken thoughts from bottomless oblivion
Cutting my hands on the pieces
Fraying me
Ever in need of some stitches
Ever tearing at the seams
Patchwork life, quilted out of dreams
I turn my gaze inward
Looking deep once again
Pulling broken thoughts from bottomless oblivion
Cutting my hands on the pieces
Fraying me
Ever in need of some stitches
Ever tearing at the seams
Patchwork life, quilted out of dreams