Joy and hope were my leaders



I can not quite fathom why God seems to let the cheaters



Win the fight



Where's my night?



My rest?



My heart feels like it's jumping out of my chest



My dreadful hearts purpose is not to pump blood through my veins



My gulled hearts only purpose is to bring me pain



You ask who my leaders are?



Well, the same as the cheaters



Lying and melancholy are my teachers