Far from the center of the crowd
Far from my silver lined cloud
Fallen and broken, lying on the ground
Crying so hard, my temples pound
With the pulse of my racing heart
That which is tearing me apart
It's hard to fix, hard to repair
Something so broken, and yet I dare
To say those things and speak my mind
To say things that may remind
Me of past pains and heartbreak
I'm not sure if I'll be able to take
The load of this heavy burden
But I'm so tired of crying, so tired of hurting
I breathe in deeply and sigh a sigh
But nothing comes out, And I begin to cry
Far from my silver lined cloud
Fallen and broken, lying on the ground
Crying so hard, my temples pound
With the pulse of my racing heart
That which is tearing me apart
It's hard to fix, hard to repair
Something so broken, and yet I dare
To say those things and speak my mind
To say things that may remind
Me of past pains and heartbreak
I'm not sure if I'll be able to take
The load of this heavy burden
But I'm so tired of crying, so tired of hurting
I breathe in deeply and sigh a sigh
But nothing comes out, And I begin to cry
