I try to be the girl I want to be
Everyday I try
Everyday I find out I can't
Not because I don't want to
Because I'm missing something.
Something inside of me is twisted
And this twisted aprt is in hiding
Wishing for me to stop looking

I'm a little bit twisted
In the way I talk, the way I act
But my heart is full and overloaded
Every cell in our body is recreated every seven years
But my heart doesn't get to recreate
Because everything inside of it is still
Still as a lake
Not moving, almost dead
Waiting

I'm a little bit twisted
In the way I hope, the way I dream
And my head is full of doubt
Wondering if, in seven years,
My heart will get to burst open
Seven years to be alive
Seven years to start over
Seven years to heal
Seven years to untwist myself.

Who loves more?
A man or a woman.
Who loves deep;y?
A man or a woman.

It's hard to say.
Which  situations means the same.
Some love hard.
And simply falls aprt.

Who loves true?
A man or woman.
Who's more sincere?
A man or woman.

It's hard to say.
When both loves the same way.

Some moves upon emotions.
Which creates so much havoc.

Sometimes it's better to avoid it.
Because some never recover from it.

He gave and gave till he wasn't the same
smiles and tears, hiding behind his name
He swears he isn't blue, but I can tell that's not true
He let me in enough to care, but not enough to truly share
Though I suppose it's my fault.
I couldn't really talk
Now we're both hurt, and we're falling aprt
could we ever have a new start?