"I've been trying to do it right
I've been living a lonely life.
I've been sleeping here instead
I've been sleeping in my bed."
Maybe that helped a little bit. But something's up. My heart is made of clay and and tearing it apart myself. Maybe there's some help. My feelings change with the weather and depending on the moon. My feelings flutter like feathers and something's changing soon.
If you see me walking downward don't get too concerned. I've got a heart sunk feeling, but I haven't yet been burned.
Speaking of the heat, what's keeping me from the flame?
Will I be saved, will I fall victim to fame?
My own life scares me
and I can't trust myself.
Who then will love me
if I cannot love myself?
I want more than a knowledge of love.
And no not a love of knowledge.
I want to feel this love that You have.
I want to share it with You.
Take me away from myself
so that I can be more of You to
those around me.
Breaking means I'm broken
but You made me something else.
To You I'm the lost token,
You'll save me from myself.
You don't need me
You want me.