so torn between the lives i could be living,
my motivation to forfill dreams never gets filled,
nobody ever wants to understand the life i want to live,
i wish you had the ear to listen.
i have no love to give,
i have so many tears left to shed,
that will be what i have to offer you, and for that i am sorry.
i dont want anything to matter, but it does.
never ending hope is what compels you,
and if there is a god,
why hasn't he blessed me with a heart of stone,
to keep me sane, to hold me back from your pain.
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