The Walkwarm hearts contorted and twisted by hate,
What one would hold close may fade away
The dreams and ambitions drift away.
I walk a path not of my own but of a shell
formed in the cold depths of my hell
It may be the worst, or not at all
I just hope i can catch myself before I fall
Into despair and mild reminiscence
Of the warmings to others though no one listened
But as i walk i see a light at the end of these dark woods,
and at the sight of this face i soon understood.
This path is not truly mine, but a possibility,
While i loath this one, others offer tranquility
I try to ease my mind..and calm my soul
Trying to think over my situation as a whole
There is a way out, theres got to be
"Follow your heart and it will set you free"
I look around for the source of this expression
So i may find a means to learn my lesson.
Life is only as hard as I make it out to be
No one is perfect, especially not me
we all have our faults, and paths to walk
So I'll set my own, and calmly talk
to myself as if i were wearing a "Mad hat"
hell, I'm already crazy, my girlfriend can tell you that <.<
and as i walk this path carrying on mild conversation
I reach to my chest, with a burning sensation
"It seems you have learned what i was trying to say."
Yes, indeed although trouble will come in my way
If i stick to my path and learn to listen
even if i don't always choose to pay attention
just consider the words and take them to heart,
though they don't set MY path, they can be used for a good start.
