the trueth at heart (by emo love story)

I'm not inspired
nor am I enlightened
I'm rather plain
quite average I'd say
none of my problems overcome
just place in the back
of my mind
keep hold everything inside
but I'm braking

each word I say
a reflection of hope
it's not the life
before my eyes
every last page
won't matter at all
amounts to nothing in spite

can't think of anything
that's made life this way
no answers to find
no lessons learned in here
it's seems i'm unable
to be happy
and can't stand to feel content
what so ever
no more trying to hide it
even though they all could see

each word I say
a reflection of hope
it's not the life
before my eyes
every last page
won't matter at all
amounts to nothing in spite
you asked me what's wrong
and I said this
you don't understand
we'll either do i

it's the words unsaid inbetween the sighs
it's the deepest hurt
that comes to mind
it's waking from a dream you thought was real
into a life
unlike you thought would be
do you feel it?
can you feel it?
can you hear it?
are the words I speak,
holding meaning?

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