So she got me writing poems That's something to see It's the only way to keep my sanity I sit here feeling lonely Knowing what she could be thinking Bringing tears to my hollow eyes And right there, it hit me That all I've ever dreamed of Is spend my lifetime for her And giver her all my love And I'm paralyzed, in my death sensation If it wasn't for my heart, I would be dead And I'm paralyzed, if it wasn't for my shrine I'd be dead again, dead again And nothing could be mine So she got me writing songs What's happening to me? So this is what they call insanity Her silence whispers to me That it's all just in my head "Give it up, give it up," it said But my heart would then stop dreaming And that would be unfair To the years it spent so lonely, in a world of despair And I'm paralyzed, in my death sensation If it wasn't for my heart, I would be dead And I'm paralyzed, if it wasn't for my shrine I'd be dead again, dead again And nothing could be mine And right there, it hit me That all I've ever dreamed of Is spend my lifetime for her And giver her all my love And I'm paralyzed, in my death sensation If it wasn't for my heart, I would be dead And I'm paralyzed, if it wasn't for my shrine I'd be dead again, dead again And nothing could be mine |