• They drift with the tides
    Beckoned by the moon
    Too hurt to come to shore
    They don't believe
    They could never see
    The truth
    Oh the truth

    Coma they stay
    Walking zombies they pray
    "Maybe the hurt will go away!"
    But for so long it hasn't
    Never will.

    Lives torn pieces lured
    Fallen hearts upon the shore
    Learning to live with the pain
    Misfortune brought them
    All in time they will see
    Not everything is meant to be
    but for now, they wish they could

    Little by little they grow
    The pieces torn away
    Knitted together by things
    They tend to stay
    Every once in awhile though
    a scissor cuts through the seams
    And the pain
    It surfaces again

    Do you see these hearts hurting
    Does anyone care to say hello
    Sure someone might say
    "Don't worry i'm fine."
    No one wants to be alone

    Lives torn pieces lured
    Fallen hearts upon the shore
    Learning to live with the pain
    Misfortune brought them
    All in time they will see
    Not everything is meant to be
    and at last i think they have