how to repair broken souls...

I say this to myself and others over and over again.
i can't bare to see you like this, at your lowest, so far away from home, so tired and so damn alone.
Everything was so different last year. You sometimes wish that alll of this enver happened. That one day you'll wake up next to you're wife, and get up and drive hundreds of miles, not to get on stage, but go out on a night on the town that didn't result you and your band mates getting kicked out of hotels, and you're ass being thrown in jail. You wish you never stepped onto that stage those years back.
You.
It's almost like you have spilt personalities.
Than you stick your words behind a computer screen and keyboard and try to shove us all away.
I sometimes wish, i wish alot of the time.
That you could have your old life back
This world has played havoc on your mind
your body, and your soul.
It's heartbreaking
I don't even fucking know you...
and yet i feel sorry.
Being proud no longer fits
not when someone is confused...

If it was up to me i'd rewind the past year
remove all the hardships
make it all playout like it would in your mind..

if only.....
if i had a timemachine and knew how to repair broken souls