Music is good for the soul.

My broken self is slowly piecing itself together
ever so slowly
This closure that i need to have
distant but probable
My melodies wash over myself
and carry me away
Learning from my folly and innocence

So many promises you've given me
so many lies
Yet again and again i forgive you

I will pick myself up
No wallowing in self-pity
This world is a harsh place
The only dependance is me.