writing a song is hard now.
This heart of mine sends me mixed messages
at first it felt love but now it gives presages
i can’t handle the pressure i’m giving myself
i worry too much and don’t bother for help
this heart can’t be translated, it shows no clear signs
i’m unsure on how i feel, but now i feel blind
take these words as a kind of basis
because it’s true as i’ll ever get
hear these words for they’re fact
or else i’ll just be wasting time i’ll never get back
