Big heart, Sweet soul, Broken mind 3
Pained heart, broken...
Tearing me to pieces,
If I talk to myself then is it a bad thing?
My mind use my past as a gun,
Shooting right at my heart, pain,
I don't know why i feel what i feel,
or then, how to feel what I feel,
So I hide my feelings,
My heart turn to ice,
From the cold felt within,
I build tall heavy walls,
Its hard to think, easy to cry,
Easy to feel, to get broken,
But I'll manage,
I'll scream out prayers in bid to survive,
Cause been sane has a price....