With A Heart Full Of Dynimite

With a heart full of dynamite
waiting to unbare
Sitting waiting for the moment
to know your finally there

I feel the changes of the wind,
whisper in my ear.
Truth be told
no one really cares.

Selfish that am i,
no need to be hold,
no need to even cry.

Hatred fulfills me,
give me the energy to breath.

soon i well be done with,
who really cares,
not me.

Cold i can get,
just like my heart that is black.
i feel the need to do this,
with no hope on coming back.

I just wanted someone to love me,
and now i have to go.
to the electronics,
and all the man made gifts.
To unleash my unfinished soul.