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.