Confused Hearted.

How can I write the words that gather in my head?
Nothing I do seems to work when it's said.
Can I borrow your hope and promise not to break it?
I'm searching for my own,
I'm searching I'm alone.

Tonight I watched the stars shine for me,
They've lost and gained something I cannot figure out.
And the moon; it lost its shine.
I'll lie and sprawl across my shattered hopes,
I'll be ready when you get here.

It's all over inside but I can't seem to focus,
I'm too numb to figure out whats right.
People don't understand much from a confused hearted person.
What did I do to create this messed up situation?

I never used to try,
I never used to cry.

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