The Beach

Here I am walking on the sands of broken promises,

the beach made of shattered glass cutting my feet,

cutting my trust,

can't find what's right,

can't find anything left,

i'm getting lost in my mind,

no path is taking me where i need to be,

the darkness is coming closer and soon i won't be able to see,

help me think,

help me to be free from this life you can show me the way or maybe it'll just be another lie,

another false hope or another broken promise and if it ends up the same i will feel no pain i will just give up again and fall deeper and darker than ever before hoping for another day to come save me and give me a tour around this island of lonliness and suffering,

why do i always let the lies in?

Now here i am again walking on this beach trying to avoid the glass in my feet but it's cutting deeper this time and i'm fed up with the lies so i'll leave this island,

find somewhere new maybe all i need is to let myself go and i'll see the truth.