Thursday, September 1, 2011

Fix

No rhyming, no crying, no shouting, no fighting
The end of an era is close to its grave,
The innocence spilling in half broken glasses,
The innocent fall to their knees.
We need to discuss this, we need to unwind
So finally open this bottle of wine
And bring it to me, right to my lips
Like a kiss, fixing all that is broken within.

Between broken hearts and shattered dreams
How do teach this to teens? How do we speak
Of a love so deep, knowing we're as confused as they are?
No fighting my dear, it's over and out
The night has progressed as far as it can.
Surrender yourself, surrender your dreams
Trust your gut, it is like it seems...
And trust me, darling, fix what's broken within.

No crying, the well has dried up,
The river is flowing, the bridge overhead has collapsed.
It can get better and it can get worse, but as it well seems
These broken dreams will hold you afloat.
Finish the bottle, throw it away,
Break all the glasses that led you astray
And remember, my dear, it's too late
You fixed nothing and I faded away.

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