My hands are bleeding
Still I write
Your words deceiving
Yet I listen
When everything
Means nothing
Whats so wrong with dreaming
Of something greater than this
Something soft , something gentle
like a very first kiss
To get this heart beating
Although my soul is screaming
Yet these are strange times
Empty words
Meaningless actions
Is what we have come to…
They call me a fool
For trying to start brand new
Maybe there is good in everyone
And I am no longer the crazy one
