The empty Pain of love

There are too many thoughts

Too many dreams

Too many skies , which one to breath

Too much of hate , too much to loose

No one hold , what should I choose

But I would find a piece , I would walk on stones ,

I would make believe , just to crush the force

Had a broken scent , it’s been my thousand attempt

Still can’t choose , still ready to run than too loose, what’s not mine

Why would I ever want to feel the love inside

There’s a saying they say , but what it has to do with us

We’ll still be sleeping , while the problems hugging us

We wouldn’t mind we think about letting it go

Contrast to what we keep of , comes back to us in a roll

But I would find peace , I would walk on stones ,

I would make believe , just to crush the force

Had a broken scent , it’s been my thousand attempt

Still can’t choose , still ready to run than too loose what’s not mine

How would I ever want to feel the love inside