My fingers bleed much like my heart, my soul seeps out in tears of doubt.
this feeling that i'm feeling this sense of lonelyness must fade... for i feel as if i'm standing in the middle of a crowded room screaming! and no one even looks up. why so effected... one might ask. why does she even care.
well i don't know. I don't decide. My heart does go on.
why so effected. by love. by a hearts desire. why so down when I'm thrown in the fire... i don't know. I don't decide. my heart does go on.
i wish i could feel less. i wish i didnt need. Love shouldn't enslave me when i need to be freed.
if i could i would close off my heart. and i wouldn't love again. that is my hope my dream... im wishing for the end.