anouther heart is broken and ready to erase
anouther no
anouther time being told i was low
The ansewer i always hear
I get told things that i could tell when they come near
some people hate me some people dont
some people care some people wont.
I dont really care
I'll still be here my presence lurking in the air
as the mid-summer sky is blue
i wait and stare slowly
my spirit so lowly
undeserving of a heart, gold and pure
i shall never be sure
if i deserve what i get
but i havnt met
anyone like you
you with the voice of a doves coo
and this is where i proclaim my underserving love
to the one i call Kaos who i wrote about above.