I don't know why I stay awake at night.. I don't know why my mind wanders to places that hurt the most... Deep somewhere inside I can tell why, my heart knows, but my brain always says no... My heart tells me the best, but my brain says it would just make it worse... Maybe someday ill give in, but until then my brain will win... My heart has never lied... But my brain still try's to hide... I know what I want inside... But I have to save what little heart is left for wich ever I chose is the best... My brain listens to what I'm taught... But my heart will always remember more than what I have forgot, my heart is made of scars, each one a different memory, every time I recollect, part of me is sad and mad for ever giving in, but the another part still has hope...I still hope... I hope that maybe what was, will once again be... But I know that one part of me will never see why the other wants to be free.
