That’s Where My Heart’s Breaking 💔

March 18th, 2005

Going under
Deep within my skin
Wondering why
You won’t let me in

Falling down
Right into myself
Going under
Deep within my skin

[Chorus:]
Under my skin, that’s where my heart’s breaking
Looking in the mirror at the life that I’ve been faking
Counting to the moment where I’ll never be awaking
So under my skin, that’s where my heart’s breaking

Under my skin
That’s where my heart beats
That’s where my blood flows
That’s where I lost my mind
That’s where you broke my heart

[Chorus:]
Under my skin, that’s where my heart’s breaking
Looking in the mirror at the life that I’ve been faking
Counting to the moment where I’ll never be awaking
So under my skin, that’s where my heart’s breaking

Under my skin
I’m lost in my mind
Impossible to win
And I’m never coming out again

[Chorus:]
Under my skin, that’s where my heart’s breaking
Looking in the mirror at the life that I’ve been faking
Counting to the moment where I’ll never be awaking
So under my skin, that’s where my heart’s breaking

 

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Incubus

January 28th, 2019

It wakes me up in a cold sweat
A dream I wish I could forget
A wound that I could never heal
A memory I’m not sure was real
It makes me fear falling asleep
It just keeps playing on repeat
I want to think it was a dream
But things aren’t always what they seem
A person who’s without a name
A dream that always ends the same
They say I am the one to blame
But I got lost inside the shame

“You”

February 19th, 2007

I close my eyes and I imagine “you.” “You” and me. What do I mean by “you” and me – I do not know. I don’t know who “you” is. I’ve lost it, the feelings I used to know so well. All gone. All washed down the drain. Missing. I fade away from my heart. It can’t break if it’s not being used. So don’t use me. “You.” The unknown. So distant. But I want “you.” I want to know “you.” I want to love “you.” “You.” My secret. I don’t know “you.” But forever “you” is all that is on my mind. Perfection trapped in imagination. Love that is stopped at a limit. Someday I will meet “you.” Someday I will know “you.” Someday I will love “you.” Someday “you” will hurt me. Someday “you” will break my heart. But for now, “you” is no one. “You” is just my imagination. “You” is nothing more than pixels formed on the computer screen typed from my fingertips. “You.” Trapped in my brain. “You” is no one. Maybe I am crazy, but I need “you”. I need to meet “you,” I need to know “you,” I need to love “you.” For once I have met “you,” I will truly understand. I will finally end my wondering. “You” will complete me. “You.” Such strange letters. Why – oh – you. “You.” My mind has created “you.” Someday “you” will be more than imagination. I still want to know who “you” will be. Maybe “you” will read this. Until then, “you” is no one. “You.” No one. Nothing. “You,” My love. No one. “You.”

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