the painfull, spitefull thoughts i think
they fill my head and make me sink
into the deep, dark, dank abyss
where nothing can wake me but only for a kiss
but there is none who can wake me
none who can pay the fee
of love to wake my heart so dead
to make my lips so lush and red
of love to make my heart pump and beat
to make the worries all make a retreat
every night i dream of feeling what's true
every night i hope to wake up not feeling blue
dreaming of hope to taste the emotions locked away
dreaming of that one fine day
when i open my heart, and release my soul
and finnaly fill the heart shaped hole
the hole inside me, the one i made
when i shut myself away and decided to trade
a warm feeling of belonging with a numb feeling of emptiness