I know, i cant write that well,
But iwrite what comes from my heart, my hell, MY heaven.
I dont care how it sounds,
As long as it comes from my heart.
It doesnt really hae to be from my heart, but from my soul.
The home is where the heart is?
No its not. The home is where ur comfortable and confident in what you do.
So why am i here? Im uncomfortable in my own head,
And im not very confident yet i get up here again and again.
How does this pass from one challenge to the next?
It doesnt really matter i suppose,
As ling as i know where its from for me personally.
It doesnt really seem as though u see what i am doing to u.
Im hypnotizing u with every word, and every sylable.
And i still cant seem to tell whether its workin or not.
But i guess that just happens sometimes.
U have a dream and it gets lost in the swirling torment we put ouselves in.
Yet still we try to escape ourselves.
But we should all know that we have limited time to grab this offer.
To finally push it all away.
Invincible for at least a moment,
And ten it slips away as we crawl to our corner of the board.
And still we dont notice,
We are pawns, we cant push past our own rules to fight the queens and kings.
But we try. So at least we know now that we are strong enough to hold our own against the winds of change.
So now we have the knowledge, or power, to finally grasp our hearts, and tear them out,
We can hold it for all to see as we tell them,
'Guess what? I AM heartless NOW!'
