The Heart Of The Matter
Bandages and band-aids won't heal
The simple emotions I wish I didn't feel.
Wanting and yearning for your acceptance;
My patience needs someone's help for guidance.
You repeat it to imprint it in my head.
But the repetitions you speak are what I above all dread.
My facade covers up this heart which was maimed.
This I guarantee; my love will forever be untamed.