FOOLISH HEART
#TheUnrequitedLove
What is this feeling,
that is making me do something,
I would never have done in my wildest imagination?
Bringing about the resuscitation,
of my dead love-ignition.
Is it love?
Can it be trusted?
It makes me seem to know nothing,
when I used to be the one that knows something,
about everything.
Should I cast it away?
Maybe I should just ignore it,
Listening to it did me no good,
I shouldn't make the same mistake again,
But oh, my heart!
Why art thou heartless?
Why make me senseless,
And make yourself feel worthless.
Stop beating, I beg you,
Not for me, I need you,
But for those that could hurt you,
Because they do not deserve you.
I tell you, we don't need him,
So, why would you choose him,
When he plainly doesn't want us,
All he does is hurt...
What is this feeling,
that is making me do something,
I would never have done in my wildest imagination?
Bringing about the resuscitation,
of my dead love-ignition.
Is it love?
Can it be trusted?
It makes me seem to know nothing,
when I used to be the one that knows something,
about everything.
Should I cast it away?
Maybe I should just ignore it,
Listening to it did me no good,
I shouldn't make the same mistake again,
But oh, my heart!
Why art thou heartless?
Why make me senseless,
And make yourself feel worthless.
Stop beating, I beg you,
Not for me, I need you,
But for those that could hurt you,
Because they do not deserve you.
I tell you, we don't need him,
So, why would you choose him,
When he plainly doesn't want us,
All he does is hurt...