Ok so i i don't know that this will rhyme or chyme like music, but everytime i open my heart, my pen's in my hand, and i just can't help but use it. & abuse it, confuse love with the bleeding ink, surrender my feelings to what you say & think. And to think, what I say no longer matters, still these are the matters of my heart and i swear i never mind, but could you be so kind to readjust your distant stare. Could you, for just a moment, pretend to know and care about the way I feel inside, could you read past your relations to my words & acknowledge no one resides in these lyrics, like ME. They say the truth, it sets you FREE, but honestly it was the Truth that bound you to me, and now
these lines are my captivity...
so, whatever you do....don't crumple my paper heart.