What is inside me is double
And at the same time fake.
This life has been a waste
For my heart has made a mistake.
I look up into the distant sky where
Setting clouds of crimson are spread.
Everything has love's warm embrace
Except my heart which is now dead.
I know my ideas are still young
But it's one full of early pain.
I don't even in this mind
The other half has claimed my brain.
I feel like splitting in half
So that I'll have a chance at love.
I will have a new heart
For this dead one will go to the above.
I know I may not make sense
But inside I have it all worked out.
I've made so many mistakes
That I know what this life is about.