Don’t know what it is I feel
Wonder if I will ever feel like this again
I am not too pleased,
But I want to look back someday.
When the heart misses a beat,
When I just cannot care,
When I see through the pretence,
When I feel the shears through my skin.
When this pain feels sweeter,
Than what I feel within.
My tears have run dry.
Yet I hang on to the last of me.
I want to remember this day,
Lest I tread upon this path again.