Emotions

Outside, where i pretend i'm full, i regret what wasn't true,
between the things i was meant to, a space in a mess
where i can be found too.

Why should i pretend not to care?
 I'm convinced, i was born to dare!
And even if i shouldn't to, i wouldn't
pretend i don't love you.

I write about it because the whole mess inside
sometimes wants to grow til surface
And even if i could, i wouldn't burn it.
Sometimes what i feel is exactly what makes me breath,
even though sometimes its the same thing what kills me.

I love all heartache between the lanes,
and the heartbeats running in my land.
Do you still think about all that truth
or even wondered why that whole mess
is called "fall for you"?