MIXED UP - 1997


Will I be sorry if I wait until this life is over?
How long will it last. The longing and lust for you?
Can we break this entangled web and start fresh?

The answers will not come until my heart tells me what to do.
The waiting of this hidden prayer is making me senseless. 
Insomniac of the darkness. 
Thoughts scattered all over in the daylight. 

Faultless in this commitment I wanted to give you it all. 
I wasn't conscious of what my insides saw. 
My head acts like its empty although my heart is aching and full. 
I could be left with nothing and lonely and lost. 
I want to do what I think is best for me whatever the cost.

Sinking further and further. Pulling away into my shell. 
Will there be anything left when its concluded? 
My body feels no pain, no sorrow, no love. 
Is there something wrong with me, inside ? 
Is he looking after me above?