In that broken belief

I tiptoe on the torn pieces of my heart. In the places I go I see the places I have died. And... In the faces I see that broken belief in who or what I have become. In this life, like wings it is my belief that hearts need us to soar. But... I hold off to find where I belong. In this life you are the one for me... In this life you are the girl for me...lets let it be a final belief.

It's a long ways to look back. I cannot be to blame anymore. And I laugh hard looking over my foolish shoulder, you are barely there. Because these walls around my heart are paper now and they have torn into pieces. Laugh hard my dear... it's a long way back to the beginning!