I'm ready for the glimpse of the emptiness that is your Heart .
How you say what you think , and see how it kept you afloat In your days .
Pretending that your don't have a soul , shoving anything that crawls out of your heart for the love , lust, hope that you so deserve.
Wondering who can make you fill that emptiness for sympathy, of a lost lover with his heart sowed shut .
So much for yourself , thinking of woman who leave you in the night with out a trace .
Why is it so wrong to lift your hand to mine to show you all the things that make you special ?
How unfair it is that you can't find the you , I wish you see .  
I can help you find the enchanted fruit that can heel the wounds you keep making to your self .
I found it once who can't say I can't help you find your enchanted fruit ?