Where is my heart supposed to lie?
I do not know,
How am I supposed to feel?
I don't quite remember,
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know.
How am I supposed to think with all this noise and all these colors surrounding me?
I don't know, I don't know anymore.
How am I supposed to feel?
How am I supposed to live?
Where does my heart lie,
Where do my thoughts become cohesive?
I don't know, I don't know.
How are my thoughts supposed to connect when there's so many at once?
How am I supposed to think with all this noise and all these colors?
I don't really know, no I really don't, I don't really know.
So where's my heart supposed to lie,
How am I supposed to think,
How should my lungs breathe air for me?
I don't really know,
Should my heart keep pumping blood,
Should I just give up?
I don't really know, no I really don't.
© ·BlackCat·