Open Heart

Pen's on the paper, I pour my heart out and I hope you get a taste of, How I feel these words that I speak are real, This is my soul in couple of minutes in a rhythm, As I talk to you hoping you will listen when I speak, Maybe I could find myself some peace on release, Cos these feelings in me keep on clouding my belief, And I still live conventional, but it's no relief, I'm falling, like teardrops or raindrops falling, I can't control it, it's weighing me down, Heavy my heart, it's the size of my fist, But it's like handcuffs and it's weighing down my wrist, Please show me if what I feel is real, I want to touch it, Coz maybe then I can grab it, Spin it around, punch it and throw it in the garbage, Slaughter it, cut it in half like I would be splitting cabbage, Coz I hate these feelings that make me want to say I love you, You broke me, spit on my heart, cursed and kicked me, Beat me like a drum when you told me you don't want me, But still I can't get over you, guess you meant more to me than I thought.