From deep inside, I feel there may be a light
but constantly wonder if its developed with spite
never a moment, goes without a glitch
like a giant open wound, too difficult to stitch
happiness becomes me, I feel all aglow
is this really real? or all just for show
directions of change, not easy to pass
make me remember, feelings of my last
tis not love, I know this to be true
because love cannot always feel so brand new
sparkle after sparkle, letting me free
for he is him, and I am me
opposites attract, oh how right that is!
no other way, could I feel quite like this
sunshine is breaking, through a cloud of dust
let go? I will if I must
is there an out? an opening somewhere?
ooops wait I forgot, you dont really care
