Where is it my heart may find rest?
A break from the disappointments of this tiresome world
For so long I've waited
for someone,
honest and true,
but what's honesty and truth when perfection is what's in?
hearts tossed away like a disposable plate

Oh but would it be?
Could it be
That fate's irony
cold touch has driven away
My spring day

Will he ever come?
I dont know
Does he exist ?
I pray so
My clock must be off because it says it's 2am
and I'm sitting here awake
Thinking about the same old thing
all over again

Could it be
That fate's irony
cold touch has driven away
My spring day?

Yes, I'll admit it
That I am afraid
Scared of being hurt again
I don't want to be anyone's disposable plate

Could it be
That fate's irony
cold touch has driven away
My spring day?

Can you even see me inbetween
all these masked, made up faces?

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