Sinful sweet, yet sick addictions,
Cynicle love has faded to lust.
Un-knowing of what you want in this life,
Not knowing if there is someone you trust.
Beautiful ly broken, yet bothered to see,
The other ones falling or broken to be.
Wanting to tell them it's all just a loss,
But knowing they'll never believe.
So I'll sit back, I'll watch and wonder,
Why, just why will they take this fall?
Knowing that their hearts will soon shatter,
Like telling a blind man "Thats not a wall."
They hear you, but do they HEAR you?
Do they understand what you're trying to say?
Love can give you the very best feeling...
Yet it can hurt like hell the next day.
