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Broken Hearted Start
My back's against the ropes
I'm hidden from my hopes
I've lost my direction
And I have no place to go
What happened to that freedom
that had me locked up in your heart
Looks like the end of love
and a broken hearted start
I'm running from a cold rain
and there ain't no warm sunshine
I may never learn to live with the pain
Of leaving us behind
We almost had it all worked out
At least that's what I thought
Now I know where I went wrong
I think I'll put it in a song
My back's against the ropes
I'm hidden from my Hopes
I've lost my direction
And I have no place to go
What happened to that freedom that
had me locked up in your heart
Looks like the end of love
and a broken hearted start
Looks like the end of love
and a broken hearted start
I'm hidden from my hopes
I've lost my direction
And I have no place to go
What happened to that freedom
that had me locked up in your heart
Looks like the end of love
and a broken hearted start
I'm running from a cold rain
and there ain't no warm sunshine
I may never learn to live with the pain
Of leaving us behind
We almost had it all worked out
At least that's what I thought
Now I know where I went wrong
I think I'll put it in a song
My back's against the ropes
I'm hidden from my Hopes
I've lost my direction
And I have no place to go
What happened to that freedom that
had me locked up in your heart
Looks like the end of love
and a broken hearted start
Looks like the end of love
and a broken hearted start
Published 7th Mar 2014
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7th Mar 2014 11:28am
7th Mar 2014 3:06pm
Thank You for taking time to read my stuff.
Thank You even more for taking time to respond.
Thank You even more for taking time to respond.
Anonymous
25th Mar 2014 11:06am
I think many of us have felt that, some hold on to what they lost.... sometimes we come to realize what we lost was broken from the beginning and was a slow poison... not allowing us to grow. well written.
25th Mar 2014 11:53am
You are so right my Friend.
You should never continue to pick at a wound until you bleed to death. Put a bandaid on it and move on.
To an unbroken Hearted Start,
R.T.
You should never continue to pick at a wound until you bleed to death. Put a bandaid on it and move on.
To an unbroken Hearted Start,
R.T.
