I see the calm sky growing dim
And sense your presence near this place
I can feel you breathing somewhere within
If I could only see your face

From bitter walls and heartless bars
I make my plea to God and saints
It's not my heart that left the scars
But my corrupted mind that taints

Perhaps, I do think too much,
perhaps, I should feel a little bit more.
I think, ponder, and dwell and such,
I do not get passionate any longer.

I think when my heart suffers,
tis easier to think, and escape the pain
of a wounded heart. Its easier to bear.
It's just that plain.

I'm scared to feel, feeling has hurt me before,
It's the excuse we all like to share.
Frankly, right now, I've nothing to lose,
so this is the path I chose.

In this being my course,
I accept my fate.
Please Life, Don't use force,
I'll quietly accept my fate.