Thoughts of Solitude

People will come People will go that's the way life works you know? But you've got to prepare for the moment they swear they'll leave Because a broken heart is something worn on her sleeve Questions in this place How are you?, You ok? and she can't find room to breathe, so as soft as she may to the distance she'll fade once more. She keeps to herself, not a thing she will tell that she's afraid. You win some, you lose some, you take, and you give. You break your own heart but somehow, you live. By a whim of your mind your heart starts to dream 'till time takes it part and the goal starts to lean. So as soft as I may to distance I'll fade once more I keep to myself, not a thing i will tell that, I'm afraid.