As my eyes rain this cold, wet sorrow...
My heart yearns for a better tomorrow
To feel lips brushed against mine
Gently pressed, one of a kind.
Yes, the cold is trapped in my sweater
And my indulged frozen heart may never get better.
My heart, a prisoner, doing time
For many unknown war crimes
I’ve been trapped in a room of isolation
By a trick created by the patriot
That declaration of love, but it is I...
Who has mistaken your love for mine.
The memories soar high above
The clouds of thought I never think of
Come naturally, as spring to flowers
But leave me broken, cold, dark, and coward
Why is it I can never learn to love another?
But the jester of a man who creates my somber
He whispers sweet nothings into my ear,
He made all our promises disappear...
He learns my weaknesses and my fears
Makes me truly want to reprimand
This lover who claims himself to be a man.
With no light at the end of my life or tunnel,
Loving you I’ve learned to fall and tumble.
But today I stand taller than a tree or tower
I’ve become anything I wasn’t,
I have strength and power.
But in my heart I’m trapped and scared,
Maybe I’ll never truly find my home anywhere