Splitting from the seams, I'm ripped apart.
Shooting for the moon, I'm lost in space.
Love was never supposed to hurt, but now I live with dead memories in my heart.
The love I gave was all in vain.
To you is this just a game?
I'm hearing voices inside my head,
The voices that scream from the dead,
The dead memories.
Leaping from the trees, I fell down.
From the highest tower, to the ground.
The sheet of glass is black, black as night.
Cold and thick, so very nice.
None of this was supposed to ever hurt, but the hurting come from the dead memories in my heart.
And that ice will shatter our lives.
The love I gave was all in vain.
To you is this just a game?
I'm hearing voices inside my head,
The voices that scream from the dead,
The dead memories.
Does this make me cold? Heartless? A bitch? What does this make me? Who does this make me? Should I feel angry, or should I feel sorrow. The best thing that's happened to me since Mops and Pops, seems to be turning out to being the biggest heartache in my life so far. I'm not completely back together since the last, I certainly don't need this now. So what did I ever do to deserve this? How did I get into this mess? More importantly, how do I get out of it? Do I let go, keep walking and never turn back? Or do I stay and fight, and work out things that may or may not ever be right? Did you ever even care at all? Or was I just some play thing you used for your own satisfaction? In the great words of Captain Jack Sparrow, "Why are these things never clear?"
But alas, now that that is all out of the way, I'm ready to move past this. I'm ready to work this out, find a solution and keep pushing forward. I'm not so shallow of a person I just bitch and rant all the time, though no one ever sticks around long enough to see otherwise. Do you take me for such a shallow person? Really? As much as you know about me (though I will admit, is still very little)? I can't do this on my own, I need your help, but that is only if you are willing to help yourself, too.
