My torn heart feels like a sharp dart
With a halved hearted heart that's departed
My puzzled self is so bumble with no feelings
Also trying to mumble words try to put healing
Back in this life with a Mrs. Queen
Where can she be just so confused
With this fused of no love in trust of me
Trying to be me in many other ways
Not trying to fade away
Not so simple when i have dimples
All over my face with different phases
The moon is never going to be a moon
I have too be a lost and soul person
Its hard to be the little burden
Thats always hurting with love
Being a dove
No time to fix my life by myself need
Enough deeds still helping people
Not trying to be the deacon I am
Is just so embarrassing not brassing
Just bashes my ashes into dashes
With no memories of no happy feelings
With no healing
How can I be so selfish with myself
Not knowing how things are going to be
For me when i am a fish that's just suffocating
My self to death without a Rea-th or a Mis-tel-Toe
When those days come any day
