The JB Conspiracy
peace of mind
Why canât I find a shred of peace of mind? These clouds they block out the sun. And as the days go
by I question whatâs wrong or right. These words are my only song. He tried to break what canât be broken. He walked the line he couldnât cross. He burned his bridges and now heâs falling down. All is lost. Lost in a world that holds no answers to all the questions spinning round his head. Instead of shouting out
he wrote his thoughts down on a page where these words I read. Now that the leaves have finally fallen, youâll see how bare these branches have become. But donât you think itâs a little unfair? He climbed the heights and felt there was nothing to break his fall. And this he said...