Falling Under

Would you see me, if I was standing right in front of you?
A broken doll with her hair askew, and no reason to smile
Torn remnants of days gone by, in a flurry of wishful thinking
Plied together with the blood of my tears and no where to run
So many words within my head, but silence reigns and pity is scarce
Too much hurt tainted with insane laughter, in attics of deserted lives
with ghostly hearts scattered on the floor

Would you hold me close, if I was standing right in front of you?
Naked in my emotions, with my soul bare in its transparency
Seeking love not lust in all its duplicity, hiding behind sordid lies
Time will pass as slowly as a sigh, or as quickly as a tear, leaving
in its wake a mournful shell of inadequacy
I am falling under and I cannot breath
My throat constricted, leaving me unable to utter a sound

Would you say goodbye, to me if I was standing right in front of you?
Watching as I walk away, not turning to look back to where I once stood
A shadow falls upon the ground, leaving footprints where my heart once lay
Guiding me to set my demons free, and shirking the weight from my shoulders
I am falling under and I cannot see, for the tears are surely blinding me
I am falling under, to the place where I am meant to be