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Tremors
scream until i hear glass shatter
the noise makes my heart pitter-patter
a voice inside asks 'what's the matter?'
happiness or pain? i'll choose the latter.
(i think i hear my heart beating)
scream until my throat splits
into a hundred thousand tiny bits
settle down or should i call it quits?
it's hard to decide when all i'm left with is sh*t
(at least my heart's still beating)
after all this continuous devotion
you still give me reasons to question your notion
the slightest thing i feel that can be called an emotion
will probably wither up after the big explosion
(inside i feel my heart pounding)
constantly looking for ways to fill up the gap
in this so-called heart and its ambiguous map
run away and free myself from this trap?
it's hard to decide when all i'm left with is crap
(hold my heart and watch it stop beating)
