There are problems in this life of mine
I've yet to know why
I cannot seems to satisfy them
Therefore I cry and cry
Waves of confusion crash against my weak and weary soul
Sadly, "I'm not who I used to be", not a person as a whole
Its amazing that I have not yet burned and to the ground I'd crash
I am stuck here in my ocean of termoil, and it is at others I have lashed
My only wish is to be important to someone
To be held close
To feel the beating of another human heart
And to know that heart is mine
I wish that heart would shed blood for my protection
Time after Time
We are taken a-back and scared away
But it in the hands of love, it is my life I will lay
Is love and compassion too much to ask?
Or are we afraid of what awaits at the end of a grooling task
A tower of emotions
And in each room a different thought
But it is in one certain room that our torn souls are caught
We know that someone holds the key...the key to that very room
When when that key turns the cruel lock, that is truely the end of our gloom
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