back to Writing Desk Open For Suggestions This wasn't my mistake For once I'm not the one to blame But somehow I come out hurt the most There are a million things I think I want to say But none of them express my feelings quite the right way So when every word falls short And every emotion is more complicated Where do you suggest I go? So when everything I love Becomes something that is hated Where do you suggest I go? This isn't how it's supposed to be- Me sitting here with a tear stained face I'm starving for someone to hold When I've been stripped of the beauty of life And no one I know is around to see Where do you suggest I go? Lord, You said You'd always be there for me I cry out for You now! (c) 2001 The Breaking Room