Was it all that I sacrificed for you.
That made me do the things I felt I had to do.
Obtain the misery that felt so strong.
Release the bitterness and all the wrong.
So then which side of you could it be.
Which side was the one I couldn't see.
Now, I don't know where my heart belongs.
If it's with you, I wouldn't know it till' my life is gone.
I've felt more than one feeling for you.
I can't find the pride to hate or to regret.
So I know I'll just be questioning my thoughts.
The ones I'd never be able to abide.
As far as my own understanding goes.
Pain is what guides us in the right direction.
And from there, knowing that other empty bliss,
Is going to find it's way back into our hearts.
Even though I wouldn't directly expect all.
There will always be something to look back on.
Or something to look into.
Making life as an interior, something to try living.
And even though you've managed to take,
Most of my deepest emotions away.
I'm slowly beginning to understand reason for tears.
For laughs, for sins, for discovery.
To explain how I see the world,
Using only one word.
I've got a case of Psychophrenia.
That blossoms like a flower, rotates like the sun.
If I knew what else to tell you.
I'd tell you every single thing that makes you imperfect.
And how it's the most incredible thing I know of.
If there's anything at all that I could possibly hate.
It's that you have the ability to make me love you.
My darling, unpredictable shade of grey.
Psychophrenia, my soul in every way.
