I don't wanna be alone.
But I can't feel what isn't there.
I feel as if my heart is made of stone.
As if the world is in color,
But i'm black and white.
I don't know how to feel,
And i've lost the will,
To feel something that can't be felt.
Why am I in the middle,
When I should be right or left.
I just wanna feel.
And not something my mind has made up,
Rather something that's real.
If it ends in pain,
I'd rather have loved and lost.
A penny,
A dollar,
Whatever the cost.
I wanna spark.
Don't wanna be stone,
But rather glitter and rain.
Do I sound sooo insane??
To ask for love although I know it will end in pain.