A hopeless romantic:
what I used to be.
Dreams consisted of warm blankets
and long walks by the sea.

Childish whims of
beautiful song and prose,
awaiting for the one
to spare me a rose.

With time and patience,
I waited, and waited,
only to find a four letter word  
irrationally overrated.

Today, I'm still waiting,
though not as determined.
For I have learned,
four letters should not be burdened.

I feel so alone on my own
in the dark
pain in my heart

I have know one to to blame
it's such a shame
this is not a game
to you this may be lame

My mind is a little unstable
my world is deteriorating
I feel shaken
everything keeps breaking

If you choose the path
prepare to fell the wrath
To be sad and go a little mad
you well fell these rage in your heart
and feel like you well be crushed

I'm breaking from this frame
done with the blame game
free of the pain
break every chain
and show my wings