My heart is not
One of happiness
My heart is one
Of great sadness.
I guess I went down
A solemn, cold path
A path closer to doom
A path closer to wrath.
I guess I was just being silly
But I went the wrong way
In my games
And lost my brain.
I am no more the kind of me
I used to be, the most kind.
I wish I could go back
To where I had a good mind.
But that was far back
When I didn’t have troubles
And nobody asked me
‘Are you possible?’
I wish I had answered yes
And stayed on my beautiful road
But I had low confidence
And didn’t say but no.
So I left my state of bliss
I left my pretty heart
I dropped it in the mud
Somewhere I wouldn’t miss.
So what was I to do
If then I had no heart
And I had no shelter
And I counted my sins on a chart?
What is my purpose
If I was never possible
Why am I here
If I am now a chronicle?
Now I sit and wonder,
‘What had I done wrong?’
Now I feel the urge
To redo my song.
