Convinced Heart

You might look at me think I'm young and sweet but where there should be tenderness and innocence lounges a body of biterness. I don't believe in anything. I don't believe in anything. When their young wives age will they still love them? I've seen nothing of the kind yet. Does a decade mean anything anymore? Or is it just a destination to pass and ignore? Why do his eyes roam? Why do his hands roam? I don't believe in anything. Can the heart be only stolen or broken? Or can it be honestly conviced? I will sort through my possessions burn up my bitterness stuff my brand new luggage with only love and hand it all over to someone with my convinced heart in my sturdy hands. It can be convinved. It can be convinced. They'll make a spectacle of me when they visit our colony. When their love fails they'll blame it on love itself but they simply did not follow through and they won't believe, they won't believe anything. But we do. I'm convinced. I'm convinced. I'm convinved