what does it take to fall apart? i’ve shipped off pieces of my broken heart. for being lonely is a lost art… and i’m van gogh painting my own stars.
what does it take to runaway? tears roll fast like a runaway train. you pack the bags and i’ll pack the pain. head to the tracks i won’t feel a thing.
what does it take to lose control? i have lived so fast just to die real slow. played with fire yet it still felt cold. put a smile on… call it fool’s gold.
what does it take to save a life? i send wishes up to satellites. writing letters to the better times. signing “won’t give up without a fight”.
-amd













