Sitting here at my desk,
writing this song in my dim, lonely room
In front of me, I see myself
When I was young
through the glass of a picture frame

Then my eyes shift to the mirror
Which tells me I’ll get better soon
Coz

I’m not alright
Though it may seem I’m all fixed
I’m just glued porcelain
You’ll see the cracks clearly from the inside

I am Jack’s misunderstood heart

But this isn’t a love song
it’s not meant to be
Who can understand me?

Soothe me

When everything in this world seems meaningless,
you suddenly become real

I need love
-> Not criticism
I need love
-> Not discouragement
I need love
-> Not another set of rules

I am the prodigal son
I am the lost coin
I am the hypocrite
I am the lost soul

So Save me

And when I cry to bleed my tears away
It saddens me to think
That everyone’s posessed to some degree
And the only way to be ultimately free
is for this prison to die

Will you judge me now
As you see me like this

Written July 18, 2009 9:00pm

Sean Si

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is a motivational speaker and is the head honcho and editor-in-chief of SEO Hacker. He does SEO Services for companies in the Philippines and Abroad. Connect with him at Facebook, LinkedIn or Twitter. Check out his new project, Aquascape Philippines

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