One Last Resort
Days go by without sympathy, my wandering mind is no comfort
surrounded by a world of gray, I have no more resorts
Hidden within a sea of people, I am not seen
I ponder what this life is about, and what it really means
As bad as heartbreak sounds, the real thing's so much worse, It stabs at me at every minute, an endless, greedy curse
And yet I find relief in the strangest of ways, perhaps more pain is all I need, to make me feel okay Still i cannot comprehend how again, people learn to love... maybe those few are given special strength from above To trust again, I doubt I will, inside me settles enough anger to kill..
and again the days go by without sympathy,
as my wandering mind swims within gray, I have one last resort,
and nothing more to say.