In this lonely heart of mine, the blood that pumps through will neva be fine.
In these lonely eyes of mine, they only seem to tell lie's. But they neva seem to betray the heart that beats in me.
But when my heart betrays my eyes, my eyes betray my mind, and my mind betrays who i really am.
What can i do?
Nothin but cry out theses eyes and numb this mind and let my heart bleed 4 enternity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem