but tears is nothing compared to problems
my heart bleed by itself
got no one to blame, not even 'them'
pain was buried deep down in me
no solution nor clue that i could see
tearing me down broken to parts
doesn't feel anything not through the heart
the life i extended
for love to be deceived
and yet it's not enough
to enjoy that i have received
treated differently, seen unexpectedly
to love is to hurt and it's compulsory
expect nothing but sorrow
there's nothing you could do but to follow
do i need love to live?
or a heart to breathe?
maybe people do as i thought
but those things, i don't.
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