Reality's Seams

Breaking at the seams, Reality's being ripped away from me. This isn't me, My hearts torn in two. One day I'm goth, Next day I'm country. Who am I? Giggling and happy Sad and depressed Lost and lonely seeking rest. My soul is dried up From the desert sun. Every last drop of hope Wrenched from my heart I don't feel brisk and cold, Just hollow and empty. Something's tugging at me deep inside, Begging me to break down and cry