scattered pieces on the floor...

Scattered pieces on the floor. Scattered pieces of a heart once beating. A beating heart that turned to stone. A stone heart that was pulled out and thrown on the floor. It fell and shattered into pieces. That was found later in scattered pieces on the floor. It was my heart that was ripped out out and thrown. It was my heart that had turned to stone. It was my heart that shattered. It was my flesh that was ripped apart. It was my blood that was spilled. It was him that ripped my heart from me. It was me that died. It was his... fault......

as the tears run down my face..

As the tears run down my face I have to wonder what I am still living for. I am living to be a witness for Christ. I know that. I just don't know how I am still alive when I am all alone. You could say I live the perfect life. I live in a two story house on 20 acres. I own 6 horses, 3 dogs, 2 cats and have a good Christian family that loves me. I just hate not having those friends that you can tell everything... the friends that you stay up with til 6 in the morning, the friends that go with you to the concerts, the friends that are always there. Things have got to change now.
Things have got to change now.
Things have got to change now.
They have to change now...