Scattered

How do you live with all the pain?

How do you live when nothings the same?

How do you live when nothing is right?

How do you live when you have no-one to hold at night?

How do you breathe when your heart has been ripped out;

cracked, hurt, and scattered all about?

Thats life they say.

But is it really?

Are you really living if youre always too busy.

Too busy for her,

Too busy for him,

If you stay busy long enough your life becomes grim.

Who are you when the door is shut;

the lights are off, and your heart isnt tough?

Who are you when the pain cuts deep;

When the tears fall hard down on your feet.

Who are you when you have nothing at all;

Execpt a notepad, some paper, and the memory of it all.