And then those words came out of my mouth,
While my heart's been in an endless drought.
"I won't love again, it's too throbbing for me,
Is the world actually the way that I see?
Maybe it isn't all infatuation filled like I think,
Maybe it will vanish as soon as I blink,
Maybe I am not meant for it",
So why does my heart feel like it will split?
I have desired and longed for it till i finally lost,
My whole life I have suffered from the frost.
"It's okay" I repeat it again and again till I finally accept,
Maybe that's how my story is supposed to be kept.