Laying awake and staring at blank walls
With no one around to make me feel ten feet tall
All I have are warm memories and butterfly kisses
Mixed with the green monster throwing hard pitches
You may say that passion gets the best of me
Call it erratic but I strive on feeling free
Intrigued by the unknown of thoughtless choices
But since passion gets the best of me, there's no need for voices.
Skeletons are engraved in my closet
My heart can be cold and my morals are far from solid
I want to trust my gut and just fall
But breaking down these walls will be the worst part of all
Some pieces of the puzzle should stay left out
Although left incomplete, you'll still see what it's about
because passion gets the best of me
It makes these pages hard to read
Causing my heart to swell up with greed
But if I don't break I'll never know how
To let these feelings speak volume or as much as they allow