there is something about feeling broken that gives a new kind of hope.
there is something about feeling empty, that gives a new sense of need.
there is something about the realization of where you are,
to take you right to where you need to be.
and the night that seemed so dark and long,
the rain which poured harder and harder,
the mistake which followed your shadow,
the bottle which never seemed to run empty....
they all give a new sense.
you left. you left.
you left.you left.
you left. you left.
you left. you left.
you left.you left.
you left. you left.
you left. you left.
you left.
if you left,
than why do you try to make yourself stay?
let yourself leave.
love the leave.
love the redemption.
love the leave.
love the new hope.
you left.
now love the leave.