Tangled

Is it meant to be like this?
what are we searching for?
the smallest chance, the greatest risk
shakes our soul to the core

we are tangled, we are snared
we are judgment impaired
less than holy, and less than fair
that only time doesn't care
that it's beautiful...

is it meant to feel like this
if it's not worth fighting for?
a secret touch a stolen kiss
we want less but we want more

we are broken, we are scared
Can we ever repair?
more than skin-deep wounds are bared
and only time doesn't care
that it's beautiful...

© 2009 wearyourheartout