Hearts hold nothing...
So why am I constantly chasing dreams?
Why seek after little things,
When nothing is ever as it seems?...
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My heart and mind are built on
Nothing but beautiful perceptions.
In a world full of comparisons,
This life of mine has no direction.
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And if I climb so high and should happen to fall?
As I already have...
What could save me from
The darkness that's bound to come?
Because the ground is so very far away
From where I'm standing now.
I would not survive.
Never.
Not at all.
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Hearts hold nothing.
It's nothing
But a glorified muscle...
Another organ
Far too often
Damaged in
That innocent tussle...
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And if what I feel is nothing more than what I perceive
Then obviously
I'm living alone
In this stupidly captivating dream...
That's slowly
But surely
Ripping apart at the seams.
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Watch as this world of mine falls steadily apart.
Look on as all the fragments...
Watch closely as they gleam,
But please...
Please don't offer your condolences.
These beautifully painful things
Are my dreams...
Hearts hold nothing.
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My mind is full of tap doors
Of bared entrances
And hollowed floors.
Don't try to save me...
Because maybe,
Just maybe,
This is the life my god has gave me.
So in the end, if what I perceive is brighter,
Better than what I should believe,
Then it'll all be on me...
When it all falls down
And asphyxiates me.
I'll deserve it...
Hearts hold nothing...