undone

made of clay

shoot me down

i'll ricochet to the ground

words of paint

draw me out

and fill me in with your mouth

and hold your tongue

and i know it's over before it's begun

i lost my way

so help me out

and lend your hand 'til i am found

my voice is mute

not to be heard

so it's up to you

for you to bring those words

i

and i

have come undone

for the last time

this grief you give

it takes it's toll

it dries my heart and drowns my soul

i am a tree

whose branch you broke

the brittle wood has turned stones

oh

i

and i

have come undone

for the last time

for the last time

for the last time

i

and i

have come undone

for the last time

for the last time

for the last time