When was the last time That you woke up And smiled Because you love yourself Or because the sun Was there to wake you? Because for me It has been A very Long Time
I yearn for love, but cannot give it The pain inflicted on me is destined to come again My heart lacks in passion Body deprived of pleasure And mind in fear of relapse
Hope is not found in a desperate measure Nor is love found in the flesh's pleasure Made up of endorphins or abstract ideals Too much of either, you won't know how to feel