pictures scattered on the floor
broken frame at your feet
world is spinning round
love is crashing down
bloodshot eyes blinded
laying in pool of tears
days are cold and gray
nights lonely and ashamed
counting scars like blades of grass
crying out for love
silence leaves its mark
you withdraw inside your shell
embrace the demons inside your hell
the comfort in the pain
the obvious shame
holding your breath
empty as your chest
can not tell up or down
all your soul into the sound
of a broken frame at your feet
and the pictures scattered on the floor
