About Being Torn

So I guess the fortune teller’s right
Should have seen just what was there
And not some holy light

But you crawled beneath my veins and now
I don’t care, I have no luck
I don’t miss it all that much
There’s just so many things
That I can’t touch, I’m torn

I’m all out of faith
This is how I feel
I’m cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor

Illusion never changed
Into something real
I’m wide awake and I can see
The perfect sky is torn
You’re a little late, I’m already torn

Natalie Imbruglia — Torn

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