broken

If I could…

/ Kait King / 44 Comments

if i could

If I could cut out your

heart

This is how it would

feel

And the music will tell

you

How come it’s so

real

If I could cry with your

eyes

This is how it would

feel

And the words that I

sing

Is how come it’s so

real

© Kait King, 2015

Lyrics to Pretty Girl

/ Kait King / 28 Comments

Lonely girl lyrics

Pretty Girl

With a trail of heart break

Pretty Girl

Chances they all take

Pretty Girl

If not for their own sakes

what will it really take

Pretty Girl

Now

Lonely Girl

Why’d you give it all?

Lonely Girl

Was it far to fall?

Lonely Girl

Leaving hearts so small

If you have a heart at all

Oh Pretty Lonely Girl

© Kait King, 2015

The Creation

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Creation

I lie in the quiet

of the solid dark

A fractured individual

with a many fragmented heart

I don’t regret the past

but I struggle to see ahead

Life seems to race by way too fast

just to wind up dead

I try to stay well afloat

But here, I’m not the strongest swimmer

Life has me tight around the throat

and has moulded a grateful sinner

© Kait King, 2015

Re-thought

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Re-thought

When standing here

with you

I don’t know what to do

or who to be

A lost and broken

man

Holding out his

hands

I don’t know

where to turn

I was swept up by

you

Crushed and broken too

now I don’t know who I am…

© Kait King, 2015

Rock Bottom

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Rock bottom

I hit rock bottom

I sat on that bottom rock

weeds and roots tethered me close

and not in a Lovers’ Lock

Catatonic in my despair

broken like a car crash victim

I clutched at straws and sucked in air

feeling like I needed Lithium

Overwhelmed by what I’m not

broken by what I was

fighting what it has to be

a fallen star, a lost cause, tell it as it is

that old me will never leave

it’s a part of what makes me

my body may have let me down

but when I write – I’m free

© Kait King, 2015

Sword of Damacles

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Sword of Damacles

When you’re hanging by a thread

and the voices in your head

say “just let go”

When you feel torn and down

you try to take a look around

but find

you’re blind

And the time is running out

and you know what it’s about

you can feel that hanging rope

that blade against your throat

and you lean on in….

© Kait King, 2015