Harper Lee This Is The Sound That A Heart Makes When It's Breaking
remember what it feels like
to wake up in bed alone again
haunted by the things you said
the times you rarely once made sense
where is the hope i lost the trail
my only life half wasted now
the suffocating emptiness
the ugly shuffling loneliness
this is the sound that a heart makes when it’s breaking
am i just the only one
who struggles to stay warm alone
like frosted glass my eyes just blur
reaching out there’s no one there
where is the hope i lost the trail
my only life half wasted now
the nights are getting darker now
they’re drawing in, they’re crowding in
this is the sound that a heart makes when it’s breaking
