Sometimes I just want to call my heart
To tell what's been on my mind
How far my art
has come,
To show how many times have I been blind
for some,
Lessons I needed to learn, and a way to find
out of this pain I gave meaning to.
Even tho' at the time I had no clue
That I chose to be attached to it.
Without any help, even a little bit.
So, I became indifferent,
But still it can still trigger me.
I truly believe I'm free
But something's always bringing me back
Into the space of emptiness
Where you convince yourself that there I'll find my happiness
...
It's not working like that;
Sick of waiting.
Being satisfied with a little chat?
Sick of hating
And loving myself in the same time.
...
I can't control someone else's heartbeat.
The only thing I can do,
Negative thoughts to defeat.
To define who I am
and don't care anymore
who are you.