Expression thru Writing 2..

Here we go again
Speaking words, not making sense
But you don't understand
I broke my heart with my own hands
And I will go blind
While searching for the sun
And I will never find who I used to be

So tell me how I'm supposed to feel
And tell me if this was ever real
Can I go back to the start
Before you break my heart

And all I'm trying to see
Is the grace in tragedy
And what I cannot find
Is another piece of mind

I can't feel the earth that's moving
Underneath my feet
But I can feel I'm falling forward
And I start to bleed

so tell me how I'm supposed to feel
And tell me if this was ever real

Cause all I'm trying to see
If the grace in tragedy
But what I cannot find
Is another piece of mind