I lie here, alone, next to you
My back to your wall, your back
I wade through the intolerable amounts of sadness
I cling to it- at least it is familiar
If I don't strive for more, for better, I won't be let down
I can't lose another piece, of my soul.
There's no resolve left, I'm a shell
Next to you, alone, I die here

What they don't know
Is that I cover up the pain with a fake glow of contentment
And in their assumption
Normalcy is expected

"When you have given everything
(As it appears to the onlooking eye)
And in return you get sweet nothings whispered under the cover of night
When these are the happenings, even when you keep yourself guarded
When you had thought that protecting yourself was that easy
When the wall you put up fell without putting up the slightest fight
You realize there was no wall, there was only a shifty guard that crumbled at the slightest possibility of-
Love

Music can build you up, tear you down, reinvent your future and make you feel so wholeheartedly desperate that you just want to rip your heart out
- now, every one interprets music differently-
So...after you ripped it from your chest...
What did you do, give it away?
Or, burn it, so the temptation is gone?