Been giving out my heart to the wrong people
For the wrong reasons,
To the right people for the wrong reasons,
And now, I don't even know it's purpose.
The line between good and bad is blurred
But mine is torn,
By fragments of a broken heart.
I get pierced,
Trying to pull 'em together,
Life happily drains it's way out,
In crimson drops.
I was all along,
Blinded by greed,
A trait I picked on survival avenue
I call for help,
But only get mocking echoes,
Taunting and telling me to shout more.
Am I now VOICELESS
Have I become HEARTLESS
Am I slowly going LIFELESS...