I thought I saw a man brought to life. He was warm, he came around like he was dignified...He showed me what it was to cry. Well you couldn't be that man I adored. You don't seem to know, don't seem to care what your heart is for. But I don't know him anymore. There's nothing where he used to lie, my conversation has run dry...That's what's going on. Nothing's fine I'm torn. I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel...I'm cold and I am shamed, lying naked on the floor. Illusion never changed into something real. I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn. You're a little late; I'm already torn...Should have seen just what was there, and not some holy light. and now I don't care, I had no luck. I don't miss it all that much. There's just so many things that I can touch I'm torn...

i think i have a problem with seeing things that aren't there... i'm a dreamer.. an idealist. i see things the way that they should be, not the way that they are. but this totally clashes with my tendency to be rational.. my need for order and logic. i dream, but i rationalize them, which results in no conclusion. no closure.. no resolution. like many people have told me--i think too much... but sometimes the bigger problem is that i don't think at all...i'm just a walking contradiction!

Nothing's right I'm torn