As much as I’d like to sit here and com­plain or argue with myself about my rea­son­ing for being dis­con­tent at the moment, I sim­ply don’t have the energy. So, typ­i­cal me, I found a song to relate to. It’s some­what scary, usu­ally songs like this unex­plain­ably make me feel more at peace; this time that’s not hap­pen­ing. Per­haps I haven’t searched long enough.

“Bro­ken“
per­formed by Lifehouse

The bro­ken clock is a com­fort
It helps me sleep tonight
Maybe it can stop tomor­row from steal­ing all my time
I am here still wait­ing, though I still have my doubts
I am dam­aged at best, like you’ve already fig­ured out

I’m falling apart
I’m barely breath­ing
With a bro­ken heart that’s still beat­ing
In the pain there is heal­ing
In your name I find mean­ing
So I’m holdin’ on
I’m barely holdin’ on to you

The bro­ken locks were a warn­ing you got inside my head
I tried my best to be guarded
I’m an open book instead
I still see your reflec­tion inside of my eyes
That are look­ing for pur­pose, they’re still look­ing for life

I’m hang­ing on another day just to see what you will throw my way
And I’m hang­ing on to the words you say
You said that I will be ok

The bro­ken lights on the free­way left me here alone
I may have lost my way now, haven’t for­got­ten my way home