I could sit here and cry and act like it'd make a difference
Or I could grow up and look outside
In a world where everything's broken
A broken heart isn't much.
Help me, Mr. President
I need a bailout from all this hurt that's sinking my ship.
Call it a national disaster
Call it a tragedy
Or call it poetic justice
Because I was never supposed to love him in the first place.
- Title: The Things I Can't Believe In
- Artist: ohhhhshoooot
- Description: A poem about something that almost everyone can relate to - hurt. For me, it had a specific heartbreak-oriented meaning...but the beautiful thing about writing is it can mean anything to anyone...interpret how you'd like. =)
- Date: 07/10/2009
- Tags: things cant believe