Why is there so much pain to an end?
I look down to the road of happiness and I can never see around the next bend
Where have the days of open minds and hearts disappeared?
When all I have ever wanted is for the path to be cleared
I want to remember what it is like to be the focus of someone’s heart
From beginning to end I never got a fair start
I am tumbling down into the depths of loneliness, and it was my intent
My soul is screaming it will scream until I no longer feel bent
I look in the mirror and I see a face of a man who is lost in a world he does not belong
Waiting to be awakened by the beat of his heart once it is strong
When you dive in head first you are just waiting to be drowned
Drowned by love when no one else is around
In the end all I have is what I had when I began
I should have looked the other way, I should have ran
When I think of what could have been and what was meant to be
I wonder if in this master plan anyone has ever thought of me
When the knife slips through your defense
All of the pain starts to make sense
It is the sting of trust being broken
It is the burn of every lie ever spoken
I am man built around a ball of passion and fire
Wanting nothing more than to provide to her every desire
When there is no fuel left to feed the flame
My hard cold heart is all that is left to blame
So now I walk alone once again
Right where I was when I began
Wanting to go back and make it all not so
I have no signs to point where I should go
It is out of fear that I offer you no hope
It is in my own heart that I cannot cope
Your petty imperfections are where I point my blame
But this is just how I justify my fear and my pain
When I say I love you I mean every bit
I can’t force you to listen so here I will sit
Wanting you to know that it is not all your fault
My heart is locked away in a cast iron vault
The last emotion it felt was a stinging bite
It hurt and it bled, it had to put up a fight
It locked itself away in the depths of my pain
Afraid to come back out ever again
There it will sit until my last lonely night
Until the one who is pure of soul comes along to treat it right
It will explode to life and never skip a beet
Because in the end my heart is my soul not a piece of meat.
