It's torn apart like a tortured insect.
The obvious heart waits here to heal
And balances out a subtle reveal.
I never believe in horoscopes
But I flipped the papers yesterday and I decided to take a look
And I got this-
"You are feeling more instensely than you have been lately.
If things are good, you are ecstatic.
If not, you may be rather depressed.
Things should even out soon, though"
HAA, likeee, okay.
Baby, I don't want to waste another day
Keeping it iside, it's killing me
'Cause all I ever wanted somes right down to you.
I wish that I could find the words to say
But baby everytime you leave, I'm inconsolable.
And when we're dancing, it almost feels the same
I've got to stop myself from whispering your name.
