The permeate scares are in my heart,
Torn open, ripped apart,
Holes burn right threw,
Like acid from a coke, on a new car.
My heart is locked up so tight,
Hid away with dreams at night,
Like a treasure chest on a island,
No one can reach to find them.
Some people try to heal my heart,
But in the end I cant feel it,
All I feel is it tareing a little more,
why cant the love heal my sores?
The piercing feeling I get inside,
like your first flu shot in the arm,
When im sad, and feeling hurt,
It pumps fast then slow again.
There are those few people,
That try to fix my heart,
Like a quilt, they sow there love,
Healing it putting it together again.
But not all the love can make it whole,
Because for every rip theres another tare,
And the pain i feel inside
I can not bare.
I listen to the words people tell me
Words of love, happynes, and friendship
And i believe that my heart will heal
Someday, at least thats what they say.
