All the things I miss
Misshapen puzzle pieces,
I can't force to fit.

I burn
and I burn
and burn.
Everyone loves it
when I burn for them.
They enjoy the warmth I give.
I burn and I burn,
yet no one burns for me.

Why keep burning then?
The answer is simple:
I don’t know how else to love.
I burn and I burn
until I can’t
anymore.

The clock ticks In time,
With a heart that's out of time
The second hand sweeps.

I just wonder why
Future was so less scary,
in the days gone by

They say it's human
To slip up and make mistakes
It's my career!