It's like I've completely blanked out,
Is it in the norm for me to feel like I
Want to ... break down and forget
Me and you and... undress myself and
Break you down to a cult of unhappiness
Making a scene in front of all my friends,
Just to show you that you've done me wrong?
I can't seem to remember which heart you broke.
You see, I have a heart of gold, and a heart made of love.
If it's the gold you've taken, you can have it all,
But don't take my love away...
Your whiteout effect can take anything but the thing that keeps me sane.
It let's me remember which love stays true
- most of you may be confused with this little short poem... however,
my soul sisters and brothers can feel this one... 'deeply'