Rage is the emotion with a love plating.

Knowing I can't make her love me the way that she used to kills me in everyway. She stays with me, she holds on, for what I don't know.

We patch the hole in our relationship,  but down the road the tear grows bigger... deeper. The words become more hurtful, the fights go on forever. Neither of us want to surrender, so the war continues. I'm not half the man I used to be, yet she hangs on to the man that is dead in me for dear life. Is this love?

Is it love?

Floating on feelings I've never encountered  before. Heh, me so big and bold, yet nervous at the look in her playful green eyes. The look that would steal my heart from my chest. Noone can have her.

Balancing on feelings that have passed and gone. The stress of living finally baring it's toll on my mind. How are we going to make it, how can it start getting better if it's just getting worse?

Drowning on feelings of a desperate soul. I need to change. This pain in my head is aching my heart. I'm confused. I don't know how to fix this. I see the light of what we started dying. I've ruined the playful in her eyes, replaced with empty,sad,..lonely eyes. I'm not the man she fell in love with.

My heart is heavy but my chest carries the burden
This suffering is mine to bare alone she doesn't understand
Looking in from the outside she can't hear me screaming
Only a reflection of my image standing in her way clouding her vision to seem that I'm alright, I'm alright, I'M ALRIGHT!