Vārdi: Pridebowl. Where You Put Your Trust. Broken.

Some things were meant to be , like an apple on a tree
A grape on a vine , everything but you and I
Some things were meant to share , like bird and his nest
A view by the sea , a life as a pair , but not between you and me
A knot could never be broken , spoken between you and I
Rules were meant to be....
BROKEN
In every way
Like a book with no pages
I can not read
I'm BROKEN
All over the place
Can't you see
Like a cup filled with rage
(Now looking back , realize I am the grape and the vine)
Some things were meant to be , me , alone by the sea
I'd share it with you if I were me
Take heed I would at a poisonous apple
Because you and me were not meant to be....