“I thirst for love but I don’t know how to receive it. I play games to keep my heart safe. Sometimes, I believe I’m too weird to be wanted. Everything I do invites unwanted stares.
I hold things in until my facade turns to rubble ‘cause I’m afraid they’ll get bored of my troubles. I keep secrets because my thoughts are disturbing; the shadows chasing my dreams frighten me.”
That was once upon my past. My demons are now slaves, my heart had its break, and I am more me than anyone else. But, I must admit, I still don’t know what to do when you sing sweet things to me.