Tear my chest open to see if my heart’s beating. Everyone comes and goes, but they’re always leaving. Faces are so deceiving, what’s even real? I don’t know what I’m seeing. will I stay all alone and keep grieving? Life lost, what’s next? I’m an unemotional wreck. I know deep down I have a heart worth saving. But it’s been stolen or manipulated so it’s not really mine for the taking. If only I could get myself back. Maybe then I wouldn’t be stuck on what I lack. I just wish I could be something real. But I’m stuck making questionable decisions and making ****** deals.