Desperate and yearning, The poor hearts passions are burning. Afraid it’s emotions will slip away it keeps others held back as bay.
As others set their eyes upon They slowly begin to see that they are gone. They soon begin to realize, They are only wearing a disguise.
The heart has been slowly harrowed. It’s passions can no longer be barrowed. Alone and afraid, The lost soul slowly digs their own grave.
After it’s all over, These feeling will carry over, Unto the poor soul. The hollow heart will take its toll.