• My heart feels broken,
    but also not obliterated,
    Just focibly stitched together
    with pathetic thin string.
    I ask myself everday,
    What should I do,
    and I'm always struck with undoubtful thoughts of you.
    But then I think to myself,
    should I believe everything you say?
    Is it all gonna be true?
    Every lie that you tell me is coated with a little truth.
    Every excuse that you give me.
    Every reasoning for what I've heard about you
    Will I ever know the truth?
    Will I continue to live like this?
    Is this pain here to stay?
    I guess somethings are left unanswered...