Desperately wanting to cling to the way I once felt
Yet there is no denying the time for reality has come
In the real world though
Goodbye stings like a thousand pricks of a limb fallen asleep
Only to be awakened by an ambush of blood
In the real world though
My heart beats silently
Demanding a change
Beats steadily
Reminding me
That it deserves more than a game
And the game I play is less and less like hide and seek
It's become round after round of emotional twister
With a delusive announcer calling out
"Left heart blue, lower soul yellow, right mind red!"
As though by taking orders I will be fed
But my heart is still heavy
My mind is still parched
And my soul is fed
Fed up with longing
Pacing
Waiting
Never getting enough
~Miss Mella
