What am I to do?
I am getting hurt,
It's a self inflicted wound,
It's a pain that I was aware of,
I knew it would come,
And that the fall was inevitable
But, still I took it,
I let down my armour.
And now I am suffering,
For my mistake,
I am lying awake,
I am listening to my feeble heart break.
I knew better,
I could tell,
But my heart was ignorant,
And now I am lost in his spell.
How am I to recover?
Now, that I admit,
That there is no comparison,
Between me and what's real.
I can't point a finger.
I refuse to lay blame.
'Cause it was my choice,
My silent promise,
From which I had nothing to gain.
And now I ache,
Like a soulless lover,
Whose body is living,
But her heart belongs to another.
The other has stolen her breaths,
And with it her soul,
But is too blind to see,
'Cause love for another
Is all he holds.
And so I step aside,
Fold my arms to my side,
And I scorn the warmth,
Which I crave inside.
It's too much to bare,
The lack of possession.
It hurts to much,
That's it's become aggression.
I shall smile,
And never shed a tear,
And as always,
I'll be there when he needs me near.
And although this time,
My heart hurts more,
Never shall I let it show.
For if my weakness,
Escapes my being,
Who knows what storm...I'll set brewing.
I am getting hurt,
It's a self inflicted wound,
It's a pain that I was aware of,
I knew it would come,
And that the fall was inevitable
But, still I took it,
I let down my armour.
And now I am suffering,
For my mistake,
I am lying awake,
I am listening to my feeble heart break.
I knew better,
I could tell,
But my heart was ignorant,
And now I am lost in his spell.
How am I to recover?
Now, that I admit,
That there is no comparison,
Between me and what's real.
I can't point a finger.
I refuse to lay blame.
'Cause it was my choice,
My silent promise,
From which I had nothing to gain.
And now I ache,
Like a soulless lover,
Whose body is living,
But her heart belongs to another.
The other has stolen her breaths,
And with it her soul,
But is too blind to see,
'Cause love for another
Is all he holds.
And so I step aside,
Fold my arms to my side,
And I scorn the warmth,
Which I crave inside.
It's too much to bare,
The lack of possession.
It hurts to much,
That's it's become aggression.
I shall smile,
And never shed a tear,
And as always,
I'll be there when he needs me near.
And although this time,
My heart hurts more,
Never shall I let it show.
For if my weakness,
Escapes my being,
Who knows what storm...I'll set brewing.
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