My eyes weep for my forlorn heart.

Not in the form of tears, but in dreams.

Into the better, or so it seems.

Away from the distort world I shall part.

This world that has brought me pain.

I do not wish to live in shame.

I know I’m not the one to blame.

Life has sentenced me to live in vane.

Each time someone has forsaken me,

They have peirced my passion.

My heart bleeds in a repulsive fashion.

The revulsion flows all through my body.

Now you’ve come to comfort my soul.

There is no smile, for my soul lasks zeal.

My heart is so numb, from the scars, that it can’t feel.

Isolated so much that my love is dull.

I’ve been hurt so much in my life.

How do I know you won’t leave me in shame?

How can I tell that you are what you claim?

How do I know you won’t leave me in strife?

Will you eyes weep for my forlorn heart?

Will you be the one of my dreams,

Or will you rip my heart at the seams?

Away from my distort world will you part,

AND LEAVE ME TO DIE OF A DISFIGURED HEART?